Skipper

Old bastard you did it again
But this for a final time.
I sucked it up, swallowed it
Felt your horny feet scrape
My bared shoulders

Old genius
Your knowledge just magnifies
Your idiocy.
Softened in evening spirits
Your chain of thought slips
One name, place, date at a time.

You feel for them in
Your white beard as
The clock ticks down
Your credibility.
Telling interstice:
What arrives when
The anchor will no longer lift?

On your chest
Straight as a 180 degrees
Plot, proof
That you have a heart.
A damaged heart.