Posterity Shall Know Of Me

Life Is A Joke That's Just Begun.

Is Life A Boon? If So, It Must Befall That Death, Whene'er He Call, Must Call Too Soon.

To Sit In Solemn Silence On A Dull, Dark Dock In A Pestilential Prison With A Life-long Lock Awaiting The Sensation Of A Short, Sharp Shock From A Cheap And Chippy Chopper On A Big, Black Block.

Merely Corroborative Detail, Intended To Give Artistic Verisimilitude To An Otherwise Bald And Unconvincing Narrative.

The Happiest Hour A Sailor Sees Is When He's Down At An Inland Town, With His Nancy On His Knees, Yo Ho! And His Arm Around Her Waist!