A poetry of a pirate who lost his sanity due to dare to open his crew
LOOKS LIKE MEAT BACK ON THE MENU BOYS
HOW CAN I SNAP YOUR NECK IF YOU DONT HAVE ONE
ROSES ARE RED
VIOLETS ARE BLUE
YOU LOOK DUMMY
CAN I SHOVE MY BLUNDERBASS INTO YOU
(Boarding on an enemy ship) HOUSE KEEPING
(Someone in the arena asked me why do i keep killing them)
IM HERE TO SHANK AND SMILE
(Blowing someone's ship with a mega barrel)
MODERN ART!
NOBODY KILLS ME BUT ME!
STRIP THE FLESH SALT THE WOUNDS!
YOU'RE FAMILY IS NEXT
MORE MEAT FOR THE GRINDER
It is the last time im going to try random open crews....
This is a poet of uh.. frustrated pirate.
