Rust and Barnacles

We are all aboard RMS Titanic II,

the gangplanks have been hauled up.

Bemused Jean-Michels and Annikes

wave us off, heads shaking.

Those in steerage are shaking fists

at those in port side cabins;

there'll be no starboard home

requirements, sadly.
 

The Master Mariner looks for'ard,

confident the Iceberg will give way.

Boris and others grapple over

the leaver's lever

but the needle

never deviates, reading

"Full Steam Ahead",

as it has

since casting off.
 

The band plays on,

until the final note.

Which of us

will mutiny first

on this Ship of Fools,

held together

by rust and barnacles?