Under A Caribbean Moon
by Michael Doyle

Pirates pursue without pause
Every sort that passes for lost cause
Their future holds an appointment
With the vagrancies of disappointment

Chasing their run by constellation
They follow a black flag with consternation
Each pirate dreaming of making his score
And to become rich instead of remaining poor

The quartermaster seeks the plan
That will entice the crew to fully manned
But there's always some trouble in the way
As the brigands sail toward the new day

An argument that is hard to defend 
Is that with enough time, scoundrels can be friends
Consorting together as they thieve and plot
How to find treasures others may have forgot

Twelve-pounders will mark their path
As these fire broadsides to leave their scratch
On the treasure ships, they seek to plunder
It's either this or be sunk under

Chasing Spanish galleons over the sea
Is every pirate child's fantasy
On the Spanish Main, chasing for doubloons
This is the draw of the Caribbean moon

They're all just thieves waiting on a noose
These dogs of the sea, free and living loose
If the resentment of misjudgment doesn't lead to mutiny
These fallen souls might yet find their dignity

(c) May 8, 2024   Michael Doyle
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