Nothing doing metaphorically speaking.



It"s like the bloody Marie Celeste round here...



We stand upon our sinking ship

bailing fast, oh so fast.

Arms are getting tired

the waters at the mast.



We all look at each other

should we abandon ship

or just take of our trousers

and just enjoy the dip...



Storms don"t last forever.

Do they?


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