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Boatswain or Bosun?

Both sons of oceans,

flags and masts,

packed bags

and

chequered pasts.

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WHAT. SAY. YOU.

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As Jolly Roger flies –

skull and cross bones

and hallowed eyes

for the lost, the loners.

Putting the onus

on a prophetic prize

that’s –

to be a Pirate;

swashbuckled but

never broken.

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SIGN. YOUR. LIFE. AWAY.

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X marks the spot.

All hands on deck

me hearties, me hearties.

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AYE. AYE. CAPTAIN.

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Crossed t and i’d dot.

Here’s to self respect

on nautical safari.

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I’d rather be a Pirate

than a pen pushing slave.

Never clock-in or get fired

by the crest of a wave.

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HOIST. THE. MAINSAIL.

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I’d sing a sea shanty

from morning to night.

Watch ocean foam

romance glee

in bountiful

candle light.

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EARL. Y. IN. THE. MORNING.

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So, Ahoy matey!

Don’t walk the plank.

Send Long John Silver

me thanks.

I’ll swab the deck and

grow my beard long

and hair lank.

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Sail the seven seas over

so shiver me timbers

‘til peg leg,

parrot and

scallywag

have sank.

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DEAD. MEN. TELL. NO. TALES.

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That’s the life for me

treasure troves of free-

dom. Far away from lock and key;

roving on the highest seas.

Argh, to be a Pirate,

a buccaneering riot.

No more hypocrisy

from government or tyrant…

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CLEAVE. THEM. TO. THE. BRISKET.

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But it’s all a dream

and I wake to no change but the climate.

After realisation is gleaned

in my attempts to scream

all that comes forth is a

sigh and

then…

Quiet.

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ON. TO. DAVY. JONES’. LOCKER.

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