Mutiny

It's an injection of perception, bodies rigid like elections

Correction, it's just frigid cold deception, witness insurrection

It's another mutiny, usually they're cute to me, tomfoolery

But this time something's brewing in the crew and me

I feel tension, thick in the air like a loaf

You could cut it with a butter knife or serve it to the most

Disturbing surly ghost in the shell

Here's a toast to the previous general of the sentinel

He's an entity entitled, was an infantry with rifle

Ripe with raw rife thoughts, taught denial and survival

He's got his hand on the Bible and his heart in his eyeballs,

So all he's seeing is beating, lub-dub

And then retreating for the evening because he's sick from the ocean breathing

I felt devotion leaving in his night of grieving when the previous captain became one with a higher being

I felt desire to admire and take orders fleeting

The whole fleet was silent, air was violent in the mess hall eating

An empty feeling, no one spoke a mumble

But the atmosphere was rumble in the jungle humble

Until a crewman stumbled, he spoke or uttered a broken mutter of a word

"MUTINY"

The captain shuttered as the crew converged

He was befuddled but he mustered up and saw the closest cup

He picked it up and smashed it in his hand for good luck

The crew quickly paused, one man yelled:

"Get this man some gauze," 

And he was met by a barrage of fists like a mirage

The captain stomped then he stood up on the table

He said : "Here here men, let me tell you a fable,

Of a crew so unable to stop themselves from being strangled

They could feel their heads dangle but refused to reduce the angle

There were full of anger, a broken land with fifty fingers all tuned in to Jerry Springer

Their thought barely lingered in the realm of mutiny"

A crewman yelled "It couldn't be!"

The captain said "It's true you see, let me continue

I promise by the end of my story I'll convince you"

And then he kept it going with that fish food, he said:

"The crew of which I speak lived in a land they thought was free,

But sacrificed themselves in the name of carpentry.

There was no artestry, just a wooden box, inside; a man who was outfoxed

draped in the stripes and stars flown high by the flock, that he followed

In their own grief they wallowed, felt hallow

Original thirteen hurting like apollo

Now although this is a lot to swallow, there's more"

And the crew stood fast with a glance that implored

So the captain continued:

"In this land so sad and bland every member played a helping hand

In halting procession, laid back and never questioned

Authority or mentioned intuition or invention

But you Kant have intuition without ignition of empirical data

Beer glass of plasma won't help you in the tear gas with asthma

The people feared blasts and reared back, at sounds of 

car back fires, screeching tires, every corner was a mourner

Over a form that expired, leeches lurched on perches sucking down

sermons with merchants and purchased vermon, cursed worms

At first they trusted the top dog, dusted the dirt of the hot dog

Brushed all the hurt from their lost cause, and got gauze

For deep incisions, they listened to the presidential wisdom

Although it was not based on any consequential vision

Plus their monumental position left the people wishin

Fishin in the lake for steaks, and chickens with no bait

Fake debates emancipated power players and coward mayors

from the people who positioned them in power

I guess what I am saying," he spoke with a grin

"Don't trust authority, no power to the minority,

Glory be in liberty, so bury tyranny and give to me this mutiny."

The crew looked puzzled, the look doubled til they shook the ship and it popped like a bubble. They got in a huddle and floated across the ocean, with the captain on top directing the motion.