My Yacht

My yacht is big and hard
not curvy and elegant
like a sailboat.
It’s white as Titty’s milk
when she breastfeeds
But sailing is for losers
I like to party and impress
I’ve got money, but I’m cheap
like trickle down economy
a ruse for the rich to stay more afloat
I don’t have the spirit of a pirate
there’s no yearning for the sea
I’m as bland as my boat
and this lack of imagination
is betrayed by my taste for the tacky
but my party yacht does impress
the minds of the simplistic