A Collection of Heady Poetry

Pirates of the Modern Day

I've had to brave a sea of thieves,
Albeit, not on Seven Seas,
A breeze softly caresses thee;
Meanwhile, I'm salt-encrusted leaves.

Morose in all my melancholy;
Responsible, my fiscals, hardly,
The men have left for now, unboth'ring,
Until the next time bills are due.

Pirates all, refusing to take
"I'll not have it" down their hallways,
In enigmatic reports, scalding,
Would then be their only due.

Today, our place is all what we take
Ourselves, preparing coffins for wake;
Coffers empty does not men make,
Unless we wish to rest in squalor.

Holler 'bout is then the answer?
Hardly now, but what else can Sir
Reggie do, but at the moon,
Release his restless invoice caller.

Indeed it seems there is no other;
So myself and closest brothers;
Set out to find the man that bothers;
Becoming maggots for the fodder.