A rose by any other name is still as sweet,
Le Kapitan is clearly surrounded by twits,
Before we start to forget our clear line of sight,
Our aim to rid of the sycophants in a clean fight.
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ode to the seaman's son...
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A rose by any other name is still as sweet,
Le Kapitan is clearly surrounded by twits,
Before we start to forget our clear line of sight,
Our aim to rid of the sycophants in a clean fight.
Clean hands net no victory,
exile, lawsuits and surely misery,
the bitterest of all fruits,
that my friend is decay from the roots.
The dawn of a new era is now upon us,
Unseating the cronies is not an arduous task,
Ground swell against kapitan's crew is a plus,
With the cracks in their ranks, they'll be reduced to dust.
yo ho ho a merry bunch on board,
cutthroats, brigands, thieves and a clueless lord,
el kapitan have massed a merry bunch,
know this thy lost wealth buys them many a kingly lunch.
Lying in State, the O' Kapitan peacefully rests,
It is time for Kapitan to face the real tests,
Several hundred thousands of mourning guests,
Banded in unity with black ribbons on their chests.
Le Kapitan had given up the docks b'neath the mallet
The folks making merry and pouring rum down their gullet
The crewmen had no choice but were forced to bite the bullet
Much like some sitting ducks awaiting the hail of pellets
first written here:
The folks making merry and pouring rum down their gullet
The crewmen had no choice but were forced to bite the bullet
Much like some sitting ducks awaiting the hail of pellets
first written here:
useless threads too boring now
ramblings like an old dying cow
things have changed for the better
ugly words still linger no matter
the past is dead
yet you are still here
in a cold casket
entombed in stone
how long more
before you too are gone
ramblings like an old dying cow
things have changed for the better
ugly words still linger no matter
the past is dead
yet you are still here
in a cold casket
entombed in stone
how long more
before you too are gone
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