An Ironic Ship

My eye is slightly off kilter,

Just a little tick to the left of whimsy

My religion is irony

I worship the god of wit

I don’t belong to the sanctified body of Ironics

Preferring to do my own thing

I’m a Jack-Ironic, an independent

I appreciate both the beauty and absurdity of life on my terms

My muse is my magic nation

Creativity is the ideology that puts wind in the sails

The passion of my being resides in a deep harbor

Not many ships are allowed to pass through

Let alone drop anchor

The harbormaster must ascertain the following

The bill of lading is in order

The ship is from no particular place of origin

It should be flying flags of many colors

The ship’s captain is a pirate