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[outsidetheperipheral]

All the Sailors Have Been Laid Up in Bed

All the sailors have been laid up in bed.

Their hats are off the side,

floating away into the current to the other side.

"I'd like another drink and smoke,"

says the boatswain to the clerk.

"Cuz on the deck above us the captain

is hanging himself with a rope."

And he fell in love with the sea

but was banished to the land to flee.

Out of the tides rose the cold,

as he froze over from being alone.

"Read me a bedtime story about the sea."

"Well son, all those end with the

men either dying or becoming free."

"But dad, I'd love to be free..."

So all the sailors have been laid up in bed.

And the ship leans listless while the captain say,

"we'll all sleep well in the freedom of death."