He sat in the strangest places,
always at the back
of the mahogany slide,
floated in the nicotine-cloud,
wore permanent shades
to hide his killer disease.
One look from him
could rip testicles off,
he foamed at the mouth,
sinned constantly
& sported scars
like racetracks
on his fractured arms.
Gold doubloons filled
the holes
in his rotten
teeth,
he seethed.
Only the fools
made him smile,
& they saw their end
come sooner
than they wanted,
'cause he loved
a great death.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 8:36 PM UTC
He sat in the strangest places,
always at the back
of the mahogany slide,
floated in the nicotine-cloud,
wore permanent shades
to hide his killer disease.
One look from him
could rip testicles off,
he foamed at the mouth,
sinned constantly
& sported scars
like racetracks
on his fractured arms.
Gold doubloons filled
the holes
in his rotten
teeth,
he seethed.
Only the fools
made him smile,
& they saw their end
come sooner
than they wanted,
'cause he loved
a great death.
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