I started to lose track in Greece (duh)

 

On the Greek Ferry

 

Our sere table-top

Progresses on faith,

O'er blue tableau

Clutches of disgruntled ticket-holders

Vie for plastic chairs to turn a good face on the sun.

Upstairs, plastic-wrapped sandwiches/ice creams quickly running out.

Downstairs, no one helps himself or herself to the self-service restaurant

But its booths for napping

Same the lounge

Toilets rip little holes in space-time

Where are the higher-class ticket-holders to be incensed at the squander of their privilege?

--