Pirated Words

I stole this poem with cutlass and eyes words lusted and trusted so I took of this prize it's chests of golden it's flashing jeweled verbs and left letters worthless to be picked by the birds sailing 'cross bleached pages under azure blue skies I stole of my own life and took what implies existence on dangerous sees to the edge of the earth and boarded keyboard south of the keys taking every word of worth pillaging the hapless literati demanding chains and trinkets relieving authors boasting haughty of bootied lines me think it's better to hold to bright sun to see glint in the daylight some pirated pentameter outdone without sword of pen to fight so hang me dashed by a yardarm an' tell lies of me glories whilst takin' maidens in arm regaling wild legended stories but, me matey, ye'd better beware of plagiarists fast on your tale 'cross oceans of notions they dare pirate your own words to unveil to their own laughing lasses and crew drinking and toasting remembrance of you what's a pirating plagiarist to do? - but pirate a poem out of the blue aaarrgh matey - I'll be takin' them lines now... © Goode Guy 2012-12-13