Sea Shanty

Repair the hull, replace the sails.

The monkey wrestles with the ghost

And a thousand pleasures form a thin veneer

Over lack of hope.

The captain was rightly murdered by the crew

But now they don't know what to do -

Drifting on the murky Sargasso of the everyday.

Work and slave and skimp and save

And you can buy yourself a bigger cave

And a thousand little cruelties we agree to pretend to ignore.

The ghost has got the monkey by the tail

And all they both can do is wail.

And you and I go drifting by the abandoned vessels of he everyday.