dip a sail

your boat is called "apocalypse", dip a sail, those who regulate the head, bite their tail, bite their tail, maps are lost in hurricane of regress, your clothes are frazzled, still you navigate, with having your crew oppressed, pour some wine into your throat, stuff your guts a little more, while your avarice accumulates, the poor multiply hundredfold, your ship is called "capitalism", anchor down, it runs for dear life on the wind of corruption, defective compass serves to your purpose, but soon as sweat of sailors dries, you'll hit the bottom and go ashore, pour some wine into your throat, stuff your guts a little more, while your avarice accumulates, the poor multiply hundredfold, make these oars never row, dip a sail, strike the masts, end the boat, to the sand, make these oars never row, dip a sail, strike the masts, end the boat, to the sand