We never see the sight of land
except to bury treasure;
the nights we roll upon the sea
are numbered beyond measure.
Our toil and strife is never done,
our sleep is but an hour;
we cross the mighty waterways
by wind and muscle power.
Through rain and wind we travel on
in search of gold and riches;
and learn to keep our balance when
the deck savagely pitches.
The goal: to rule the seven seas,
and take what spoils we wishes;
to see our enemies impaled
or sleeping with the fishes.
Some swabs may call it contraband;
it’s swag, or spoils or booty.
To claim the biggest prize of all
is not our right, but duty.
26 APR 2011
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