Roam the world by freighter
read the ad, the time of your life
is waiting to be had
curiously I replied
and waited for word
for when the journey
was to begin
word came
and I scurried onboard
with high held chin
the cargo hold
was to be my unhappy home
dark and cold
a month was to pass
before we reached port
number one
and my eyes strained
at first glimpse
of the sun
I pressed for a reason
I had to know
what was going on
everything I imagined
turned out wrong
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