Bo Burnham
Old Sea Captain
Ye old sea captain.

You know, briny breath,
one squinting eye,
chewing a waterlogged pipe,
squatting on dock post.
A bearded cauldron blabbering bullshit,
crashing through anecdotes
like a radio dial through waves of white noise.

Living legend, he is.
A great American archetype.
So grab your digital cameras
you yuppie fucks.