I was born out at sea
On a wooden ship, built for me
I used to play with swords and guns
And tie down other shipmates sons
I used to make them walk the plank
Then I laughed as they fell and sank
Hey!They got rescued after all
But wouldn't speak to me, till after fall
I didn't care, for I was the little pirate
I was their leader, in my horse and charriot
It was a lifestyle, for a chosen few
Best damn life, I ever did knew.
C. Vergara
01.13.2009
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