Full Moon Leo II

This was born of a six person creative writing exercise.  Each person contributed one line.

I am the pirate sailing on an ocean of green moon-cheese.
My first mate is knock-kneed, and my navigator can't see.
Below the deck my bitches and hoes clean my floors, and iron my socks,
As I smoke the herb of the gods, and dream of not sailing into the forthcoming rock.
Oh lord, look at that! 
There's that rock-Ranch, TEa, CHEESE!!!
Save the alcohol.
Forget the bitches.
Oh, shit!  I can't swim!
Goodbye earth.
Goodbye sky.
Goodbye stars.
Goodbye moon.
Oh wait!
I can stand.