I sailed the shores of The African Coast
Terror of the Seas, I did gloat and boast
I knew no rules but the honour of thieves
In every sense as free as I please.
I bear not a hook nor a sword, far off
Instead there rests a Kalishnakov-
No simple task to capture iron whales.
In all the old movies and the old tales
You never saw pirates in a coffin
Nor pulled to Styx like the one I was in.
Pity me not but curse me neither:
I used to watch the barks on that vast blue,
That took goods to shores that were farther,
Wondering why the hues of flags were so few
Then I became a pirate and took to the sail
Just as a hammer might look to a nail.
One always expects to see the next port
But my life was brutal and short.
