A land lady who wasn't old not that long ago
pours her woes
into a tall glass and sups them down
with the rest of the yellow, sunken faced frowns.
Who perch on the worn out leather chairs
like forgotten pirates parrots with their unanswered prayers.
At their tattered feathers they preen and they pull
until this skeleton house is full of their sorrows.

The staff moan and whine
and they steal and lie
within this old skeleton house.
With fogs of smoke
which hangs heavy with talk
in which words parade with false meaning
but sink fast along with their eyes.

The ship is about to set sail
to a distant no where
with its cheap fair
and motely crew
it'll take you where you don't want to go
but were heading all along.

Have a drink on me and
Come deep inside
and see
for yourself what rots beneath.