Charge Him With A Pirate Infraction

'Shot drills are meted-out Whatever's oppressing? Surely we'll play it out of our flutes… We'll find a solace'. Wistfully, caressing… Some heartbreak's; grace. 'Singing songs; akin to sea shanties'. Like Barnicle Bill the Sailor Over beautiful sea-green waves… Confessing, you, long since stabbed me. O deeper than any burning stave. O now I'm just a dead absentee! A washed-up; galley, slave. 'Lord God I'm already long, since drown. Beneath these tidal waves… Darkening in the seas ebony; black boules. And can't be saved… From a pirate's infractions, No more my love—no more—be saved'.