Sinking Boats - Thinking Fellers Union Local 282

Ankle-deep I am in this manure

Raising a voice of merriment and mirth

Like a Ford automobile birthday cake

Like a big ham sandwich in a Glad bag

When it’s like this, I could carry a load for days

Just to put it in a pretty and proper place

And when it’s not, I just don’t care

We went all out on a long dry board

Tiptoed through a garden of bulbous delights

We slung ketchup like a microscope sinks

And as long as we walked, the road stretched longer

When it’s like this, the rocks talk dirty

And they think it’ll be sexy when we pass

Hotcakes lying in the middle of the road

I tipped a glass to some people who drowned

And in a deep funk, I felt a murky brotherhood

With the inhalers of water, intentional or not

Dirty windows are better left open

Or cleaned off, then shut

Sinking boats are better left alone

Boats lie rotting along the channel

The bottom mud never going to school

Well it’s thinking dirty thoughts, never learning any better

Each day brings gifts of decay

The smells of an end

The smells of an end

The smells of an end to indigestion

Hotcakes lying in the middle of the road

I tipped a glass to some people who drowned

And in a deep funk, I felt a murky brotherhood

With the inhalers of water, intentional or not

Dirty windows are better left open

Or cleaned off, then shut

Sinking boats are better left alone

Ankle-deep I am in this manure

The smell has risen to bring me awake

And I’m squatting and squeezing out what ails me

I’d like to stay standing because doing so seems best

But I’d also like to lay down and drown in this happiness