"I'm coughing bullshit through my fist, crossing fables off my list/I turn the tables and resist the razor's edge against my wrist/The ship of state has locked its rudders in a tailspin/Let the keels be damned, set the sails to wind!" So rumbles Joe Doerr, Leroi Brother and college poetry professor, on "Keels Be Damned," seven minutes of salty ... (more)