All hail monogamy,
the finest liner on the sea!
and there’s still room on board,
so come on baby,
we too can be happy.
A watertight commitment,
there’s no way this ship is going down.
Not now, not ever,
not with this love we’ve found.
The pianist is playing our song in the lobby,
they’re throwing rice on the top deck
and lovers are lining the railings
beneath a fading zodiac.
But love is an iceberg,
an unforeseen, emotional warhead.
Love is an iceberg,
and its lying just ahead.
The captain’s drunk again,
but he’s trying his best to avoid the assail.
“It’s gonna be a rough ride” he screams.
“but in the end love will prevail!”
But love is the iceberg
that you just cant elude,
cause love is just a fairy tale
that will never come true.
Love is an iceberg
and within hours this ship will sink.
and if the captain still believes in happy endings
he’s simply,
had too much to drink
About the author:
Tom Newcomb is 26 and lives in Fullerton, CA with his Fiance and son. After enough Whiskey he pretends to be a writer.
He doesn’t have to pretend to be a writer; he is. A good one, too.