"mooring" captain and please take me home i'd so like to be home, the weather's been so bad lately David said, he said to just keep still (i was so excited) "keep still" he said and never mind that silly old bird that dirty bird "is much fight left me i keel you good!" he said "480 volts!" he said so please take me home captain i saw a man today with flowers, with cigarettes (for the lady, he said) but the apartment was all locked up he knocked once and, in a questioning tone -i thought he looked a little surprised- retreated down the hallway and ran home so please take me home captain (oh captain my captain) sweet misha she brought me to my knees, misha those ones i pray on "i will not let you down" she said (all i wanted was some help up) but i was quiet, misha, she didn't expect it i showed her a trick there and i haven't seen her since so i'm going home (going to texas) captain where is your ship? and what is your country? your tongue is so foreign, so english, it reminds me of the fairytales when we were little, you and i, and everyone sang in cartoon (and all that violence!) captain where are we going? it's growing dark maybe we should leave soon we have appointments at home maybe it's too late to be decisive and it's not so bad here and all the excitement i've ever known is right here with me captain "Mooring."
not important enough for a category of my own not trivial enough to forget I sit there between your jokes and your junk part of you but peripheral a significant spare I am 'Untitled'
Un*ti"tled (?), a.
1.
Not titled; having no title, or appellation of dignity or distinction.
Spenser.
2.
Being without title or right; not entitled.
Shak.
© Webster 1913.
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