Trade-Off
You have at your ready
A million pieces of eight
Taken from the hold of a pirate ship
The ship is sailing now
in distant waters
You have at your ready
a long- lost field
where you can hide your treasure
if your goal is to be wealthy
why then you've made it
I'm sure, however
you miss riding
under a skull and crossbones
Looting villages, causing mayhem
You'll get your chance again
if not now - then sometime
in the future (not too far off)
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2011
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