So – yeh – sure

There was an iceberg

A BIG effin’ mother

And

We hit it

And it’s dark as Hell

And the lights are going out

And the water

Is cold enough to

Kill ya

But

It’s the Titanic, goddanmit

And these last couple of hours

Maybe less

Should be as comfortable

As possible.

There’s even music

And, sure

Folk are scrambling for the lifeboats

And

There ain’t enough of them

And it’s

Women and children first

(Even some from the lower decks)

But where does that leave the rest of us?

Even the crew.

Gotta do something

Gotta pass the time

Gotta be productive

Or take a header off the railing.

So

Deck chairs are nice

Easy to move around

Comfy to sit in

Watch the sights

Sing along with the music

Or hum

Brace your feet

When the deck starts to list too far

Look at the starrs

Wonder if

One of those lifeboats

Just might pick you up

Pluck you from that icy grave.

DE BA. UE