“Potholes”

Everyday…
I get to checkout the local potholes,
worse by the day,
an incredible collection of potholes,
by far.

And they are everywhere,
Lae is full of them.
Doesn’t anyone care?

Not only on the way into town,
but here on campus too…
especially here on campus.

They fill them up,
and then it rains.
Then they fill them up again,
…and so on and so on.

A gradual decline.
Deterioration?
How is this so?
Perhaps it’s reflective of far greater issues.

Where is the captain?
Why isn’t the captain with his ship?
Always going to shore!
Does the captain no longer care?
Better things to do I suppose.

Those dam potholes,
little motherfuckers,
sons of bitches,
driving ceases to be a pleasure
and becomes a task to be endured.

Why?
Why can’t they fix the fuckers?
How can they… day after day,
drive and walk past them,
again and again!!

There is no money!
Pig’s arse – I say.
Come back to the ship o’captain.
This is where you belong,
for now.

O’Captain…
come back to the ship,
please come back soon…
there is work to be done!
And your it!!

O’Captain…
Where are you?
Is that you captain?
Have’nt seen you in a long time…
Somehow you look different,
Yes, it’s certainly been a while.

Sorry sailor,
got to run,
got to go,
got to hide,
got to look good,
and sound good…

Can’t stay sailor,
got more important things to do.

She’ll be right mate !!