i dont know how it happened but i felt so small
at sea i was aboard in a plastic land of squalls
hardly enthralled i sent up an S.O.S voice
but the giant bared his joints contemplating a choice
finally he points and plugs a crater with a shot
right next to my spot!my movement is stopped
a fingerprint mocks and i hear booming speech
and my danger has increased to say the least
lifes a beach?ironic theres not a grain to be seen
horizons stretch my beliefs i can see the window
and a familiar symbol out of reach memories rekindled
sold short i was swindled ...AGGGH! plastic missiles!
i'm in a pickle i'm on the second last ship left to cripple
my world is fickle manufactured for tactical wars
and im caught in friendly fire interupted by pause
i need to dock in port or hope my user thinks well
i observe my hell am i doomed to artificial neptunes spell?
only time will tell... and another bomb threatened ship
it rocked and clicked into a hole of the surface
oh god please reverse this accident of curses
my thought broken by serpents! another plastic scare
but im prepared for the worst in deaths stare
and visually impaired i hear a muttered tone of victory
held in suspense..a mystery..was i sunk? i'm jittery
my hands turned slippery and i looked above at fate
the nailed hand gripped weight i couldnt escape
jump ship or serve my place?the missile homed in...
future so grim the plastic squashed me in the hole
now deaths abode...CAptain of 'Battle Ship'....
and then i woke