Pillage and plunder
Your birth was a blunder
You cheat, and you steal
Your manners aren't real
Your da' was a drunk
His breath really stunk
Your ma' ran a store
Her life was a bore
So you left and set sail
A real life pirate tale
A boy, not a man
Set sail with no plan
A thief and a liar
The outlook is dire
Your fate is the gallows
Should've stayed in the shallows
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