A Ship Not a Poem Proceed With Caution

Sometimes I feel like a ship. A big empty ship, torn sails, all messed up from crashing myself into rocks and other crap. Meanwhile, while I'm out weathering this stormy sea all alone all the other ships at the harbor just sailing around with their beautiful perfect sails, and fresh paint, and usually a captain who would make Fabio jealous! They sail around with their captain and crew on deck. Yet here I am, oh don't mind me, I'm just here for when you need someone to tow your ship back to the harbor when yal have had to much......salt water! Or you need to borrow something.......you want to use my anchor fine, use it, I hope you anchor somewhere desolate, where mad men live, they commandeer you, torture you in some random act of barbarianism, somewhere lost at sea, attacked by evil pirates with bad breath and one eye Kirk just stares at you the whole time! Even if that did happen not sure I'd feel any better I'd still be out here in this big ocean trying to find my way to a nice quiet harbor somewhere far away from the others, pretty sure I'd get tired of them shooting off their loud a** cannons all the time, showing off how 'rad' they are * in my frat boy voice* What if I need a crew sometimes maybe my anchor gets stuck and I need help? They would just let me sink, fine, go ahead, but someday I will shoot off my cannons and well...not sure how the harbor will be after that!