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I’m Going Down with the Titanic


I am going down with the Titanic,
But I am still composing a poem.
They are bringing me up with the Thresher
And I am still composing a poem.

I am up shit creek without a paddle
But I am still composing a poem.
My parachute hasn’t opened yet
Yet I am still composing a poem.

A man over there is pointing a gun
At me but I’m still composing a poem.
They tell me I’ve won the Lottery
But I am still composing a poem.
My girlfriend is ejaculating
For the very first time
Yet I ‘m still composing a poem.

Don’t call me Ishmael; we’ve just sighted
Moby Dick.
But I’m still composing a poem.
They pulled me out of the debris
Of my burnt down house.
But I am still composing a poem.
I’m on the Yellow Brick Road
With Dorothy and Tin Man
And I mean to tell the Wizard
That I’m still composing a poem.

Comrade Stalin says he likes my work
There is no worse a fate
But I am still composing a poem.
Locked up in Siberia, frozen to the marrow
But I am still composing a poem.
Here I am, walking on the moon,
Still composing a poem.

And here we are on the Moon
“Houston, we have a problem:
The computer’s not working
And I can’t write my poem.”

Malcolm D B Munro
16 November 2015

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