Master And Commander Poem by Adam Holmes

Coon hound bays at the moon
Moonshine soaked master hides behind his gun
Nose to the air, eye on his prize
When the hunt ends with empty bags
The hound is whipped
Predacious minds never fail to find prey

Empty sails wait for wind
Peg leg captain stands at his helm
No movement, no problem
Rum and wenches pass his time
The sails keep reaching
Hedonists forget where they’re going

Politician speaks into his microphone
Crowd eager for words
Crashing hands echo off cold brick walls
The election yields a popular vote
Politician leads with fists of stone
Fools never see through the lie
The lie delivers the truth