We find ourselves on a ship
Drifting through an endless ocean
No one can swim
No one can steer
Yet we follow a steady course
We find ourselves on a sinking ship
Taking on the ocean’s water
The port men scurry about with their buckets
Bailing out the water
Searching for the leak
The starboard men, of their own free will,
Take their buckets in their own two hands,
Bailing the sea in
The men at the bow,
smug look on their faces,
hold up the nautical handbook,
reciting the appropriate use of buckets
Problem solved!
Lefty Forrester 