Vicissitudes of the Sailor

Ho and lo in times like these
Cast to shore by perilous seas
I beckon, I command of thee
Please sit here and hear my plea.

In the fog out there, catch the barge?
He croons a song, his voice is large.
Wicked song, but he's in charge
A song so deep, it will dislodge

Us. You there. Man the harpoon,
Take aim, intention of maroon.
Careful, for that room that is festooned
With the cash and jewels and gloom.

Into our hands, we must commit
the spirit; bathe us in it.
Cod of truth, bearer of shit
We are beggars, our torch still lit.

Grisly bones will drag them down,
So vain of them what comes from ground.
But from that room will rise a crown
And from there sin will propound.

Ablaze for a buck ninety nine
the planet wept from loss of time.
Oh, how the masses do whine
But if you're not caught, is it crime?