Motorboat

After the fact
people always say
I’m sorry I did that
I’m sorry it went like that

After the trip
people always say
it was a gyp
yeah it was a rip-off

After the time
people always say
it was hardly sublime
oh it was a real crime

After the years
people always say
I was full of fears
ah it brings tears

“There must be a force
that drags us in its wake
and leads us on its course
toward more than we can take
and does not count our vote,
makes us behave like duds;
it is a motorboat:
we’re the churned waves and suds.”

David Francis

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