This Pirate is an old wives’ tale Passed on by sorority sisters these days Mythical pleasure & infatuation – Fluttering love; let them count the ways
World renowned for his nautical exploits But it’s not true they were all naughty Legends told of a bad boy untrue, for That infamous passion belongs to only one hottie
In defense of the outcasts & weirdos
Those strange fellows who demand to be free
Exposing thought & sincerity to open air
To live one’s own life & forever reject conformity
Counting oneself amongst the abnormal
Involuntarily immersed in thought & deed
The action of creating poetic existence
For some days, that might be all we need
These broken & delayed dreams Electric toothbrushes that constantly hum A pocketful of change & girls with eyes so pretty it makes me dumb
I’m not one to make a great scene Yet I’m your average middle-aged guy Not counted among the mundane I couldn’t be normal, even if I tried
So we’re all stuck in this spinning limbo A world with mixed up priorities & hate I’m confused by all this wasted time One of these days the hourglass will cease to rotate
So, I’m probably going to be late for work For my beautiful woman resides in this bed I could be responsible & get there on time But I’m always going to choose to love instead
I know you’re checking out your flaws Standing at the mirror, counting imperfections Negative thoughts like these rather gnaw So I’m offering up thorough inspections It’s best to take it slow around curves Haste would be such an utter waste Wanting you to feel it in each of your nerves This examination shall be conducted by touch & taste