Ship of Fools

We're all in the same boat here,
but the good people are at this end.
We're rowing the right way, in this endless sea,
the fools in that end row the other.
We're sure to get there first --
We're so clever.

We're all in the same boat here,
but we, we've found that boards from the sides
can be burned, for warmth and cooking fish.
The sides are down to the waterline,
but we know we're sure to think of something.
We're so clever.

We're all in the same boat here,
rowing, bailing, collecting our rightful fish
from the fools at the other end. And, also,
boring holes in the bottom of their end.
When they sink, we'll have all their fish.
We're so clever.

We're all in the same boat here,
so many of us, the boat keeps riding deeper.
It's all the fault of those fools at the other end --
they stare at us, whetting their long knives.
Don't they know they should all get sick and die?
But not us.
We're so clever.

-- Don Simpson; 1995, Albany, CA