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Blood Lust, Looting, and Reminiscing
On a fine day in June,
Somewhere around noon,
Out on the jetty,
Before me, the sea, so pretty.
Standing before the ocean,
Hearing the song of the siren,
'Bout to board my ship,
And leave on my trip,
To stow away my loot,
And rise the body count to boot!
I need not fight much,
But after erecting an army of eunuchs,
A blood lust, has my sword,
And my word,
Will justify,
My blood reign,
And the opulence of pain.
Sailing to Johannesburg,
Snuck in with the help of pirates from Somali,
In exchange for a small sum of the vast booty.
Some real friends I have made umong those pirates,
Jovial jokes about blood, pain, and coin, after the blitz.
And on the way home,
In my captain's quarters a jar from Rome,
With the aroma of spices,
Given to me during a meeting of business.
I was the judge of a javelin throwing competition,
The jar was a gift from a contestant,
Who wished to leave her life constant,
And be free,
A pirate like me,
But could never leave her life,
A bit jealous, but knew It would cause too much strife.
A friend I considered her,
This whole trip has been a blur,
Reminiscing of old memories,
And forgetting to make new memories,
Now, out on the sea,
The place I am meant to be,
Leaving those I love behind,
'Cause I am inclined,
To travel, kill, pillage, and leave terror and destruction in my wake,
Every step, an earthquake!
Now pillaging and terrorizing the inhabitants,
Of a port town with my recalcitrants,
And adding to my list of achievements.
On a fine day in June,
Somewhere around noon,
Out on the jetty,
Before me, the sea, so pretty.
Somewhere around noon,
Out on the jetty,
Before me, the sea, so pretty.
Standing before the ocean,
Hearing the song of the siren,
'Bout to board my ship,
And leave on my trip,
To stow away my loot,
And rise the body count to boot!
I need not fight much,
But after erecting an army of eunuchs,
A blood lust, has my sword,
And my word,
Will justify,
My blood reign,
And the opulence of pain.
Sailing to Johannesburg,
Snuck in with the help of pirates from Somali,
In exchange for a small sum of the vast booty.
Some real friends I have made umong those pirates,
Jovial jokes about blood, pain, and coin, after the blitz.
And on the way home,
In my captain's quarters a jar from Rome,
With the aroma of spices,
Given to me during a meeting of business.
I was the judge of a javelin throwing competition,
The jar was a gift from a contestant,
Who wished to leave her life constant,
And be free,
A pirate like me,
But could never leave her life,
A bit jealous, but knew It would cause too much strife.
A friend I considered her,
This whole trip has been a blur,
Reminiscing of old memories,
And forgetting to make new memories,
Now, out on the sea,
The place I am meant to be,
Leaving those I love behind,
'Cause I am inclined,
To travel, kill, pillage, and leave terror and destruction in my wake,
Every step, an earthquake!
Now pillaging and terrorizing the inhabitants,
Of a port town with my recalcitrants,
And adding to my list of achievements.
On a fine day in June,
Somewhere around noon,
Out on the jetty,
Before me, the sea, so pretty.
Published 10th May 2019
| Edited 7th Mar 2020
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