#0 - Sept. 19, 2008, 6:24 p.m.
There were pirate-dressed revelers, who would grant a disguise,
The cities were full of them, and I then got a tell,
Saying 'Go to Booty Bay! They're out there as well!'
With untold delight, to that city I flew,
So long since I'd been there, seen anything new,
A pirate invasion! A day of revelry!
For other pirates maybe, but alas, not for me.
I sprang off my mount and let out a shout-
"If this city's taken over, why are guards still out?!"
And as I bravely fought off the goblin defender,
My eyes took in the supposed 'party' and 'splendor':
There's pirates! There's dancing! There's guards unaware!
There's a crew there proclaiming that Booty Bay's theirs!
No pillaging? No plunder? Not even a body!
This ain't no invasion, it's a g-dam*ned tea party!
Where's the screaming of women, the weeping of kids,
Where's all of the bad things that pirating is?
And I hate to be picky, but most importantly,
The guards all like THEM, but where's MY amnesty?
How come I'm still hated on today of all days,
When supposedly we're celebratin' the pirating ways?
And if you be lookin' for me to clarify that,
I'll be sulkin' on the beach with my parrot and hat.
