Poetry from the book {Promethus Lives} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

                           Poem and short story from {Who Colored the Water Red} Prometheus

                   An old familiar music plays

                    There were two old sailors

            There were two good looking broads

There was the Professor who shaved his gentitals and wore womens bras

There were was an old rich couple that nobody liked

                   And there was the dead dog.

There was a big cruiser that rolled down the Mississippi River. When all you do is sit on your hands river cruising can be the most boring thing of all. A storm was brewing and the Captain gave orders to weigh anchor at Island 58. 

Little did Shithead the young slim sailor boy know, that the anchor was tied to his feet. He threw and yelped and went deep into the water.