He
wanted a life of pirate
One
patched eye
Waving
at the crowd
As
the pirate ship anchored
The
port workers couldn't care
They
were busy carrying goods
The
one eye Jack
He
stood on deck blew his horn
The
port workers knew him
When
he used to ply his trade
Selling
his wares of trading goods
He
just wanted to live and survive
When
the sea called him
He
jumped into it and saw the world
Going
from port to port
Living
the imagination of piracy
But
then it was just a dream
He
looked at himself when he was young
One
patched eye under the Union Jack
“Ho
Ho I am no pirate but I thought I was”
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