The Pessimist Pirate~ A Poem
There’s no gold to be found
The winds have died
The pirate mumbles through broken teeth
The sails have torn
The crew is drunk
He hopes to see a mermaids silhouette
He fell in love with the sirens tune
An anchor was dropped
Excuses were made
Men starved
Men died
Barnacles grew
Yet the captain patiently waited
For a kiss
In form of a song
To be carried
To his ears by a crashing wave
The rum jug lost her laughter
I can help you find gold
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