lust...fire...love
from love that’s slip beyond the oceans pass
“relationship” has lust to find its port
not that which rum is pried from cold dead hands
but murky brown these pirate hearts have thwart.
“Oh hoist ye colors men” Calypso roard
her kraken seeks those sailors trading vast
the captain yells “pirates ye be warned
nothing of value lies beneath this mast.”
so come aboard and risk your mortal bounds
this friggate heads about for ship wreck cove
and all who enter “her” must swear loves vows,
or be sent to surve aboard with Davy Jones.
At this name spoke the pirates fired with glee
Sinking relationship beneath the sea.
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