Vomit and piss

Vomit and piss

It started out fine, with a stiff northerly breeze, the skipper had said, a bit lumpy it will be.

Vomit and piss, vomit and piss, all I want to do is vomit and piss.

As the morning proceeded, the sea was so blue; the waves didn’t seem to be really in tune.

Vomit and piss, vomit and piss, all I want to do is vomit and piss.

A few splashes on deck, oh this is really a lark, the waves getting bigger and the sun all around.

Vomit and piss, vomit and piss, all I want to do is vomit and piss.

Moving back on the deck to find a dry spot, I notice my talk had dropped rather short.

Vomit and piss, vomit and piss, all I want to do is vomit and piss.

A bit queasy I am feeling, I won’t mention it to Stephen, he will think I’m really weak , the shame is enormous, I’m trying to be cautious.

Vomit and piss, vomit and piss, all I want to do is vomit and piss.

Now the feelings rather proud, all the guys see that I am down, do I go down below, oh no it’s a hell hole.

Vomit and piss, vomit and piss, all I want to do is vomit and piss.

I ran straight to my bunk, I couldn’t manage but I slumped, into a strange kind of feeling, like a washing machine screaming.

Vomit and piss, vomit and piss, all I want to do is vomit and piss.

There’s a bucket for spew, it’s rather cute, but not when full, will the thumping ever stop, I think, never  not.

Vomit and piss, vomit and piss, all I want to do is vomit and piss.

Now the hours have passed, there’s a feeling that won’t pass, I try to resist that internal big itch.

Vomit and piss, vomit and piss, all I want to do is vomit and piss.

I look out from my bunk, I know the toilets up front, with no energy it seems miles, between me and a leak.

Vomit and piss, vomit and piss, all I want to do is vomit and piss.

God I’m feeling so down, my esteem hits the ground, how low can I go when both ends want to flow.

Vomit and piss, vomit and piss, all I want to do is vomit and piss.

A bright idea finally found, thank god the bladder’s sound, the feeling of relief is something quite sweet.

Vomit and piss, vomit and piss, all I want to do is vomit and piss.

Now sleep comes at last, the boat creaks and sometimes shouts, but the tiredness wins out, good night I’m washed out.

This sailing’s really fun, it’s all vomit and piss !

Stephen