Thursday, September 30, 2010
Pirate Trade
Re-write occurred on 05/10/2010
Alas my land they took away
left no means to support my way.
My mind it twisted, began to yell
took up the gun and sailed away.
Seized my home for tax unpaid
left bare on lanes to go my way.
Nothing left and beaten down
an outlaws life was my way out.
A'yo the devil and Davy Jones
sitin by my side
our souls may be damned
but we are living on the high.
Upon the docks a fine ship found
one night dark, twas borrowed.
Sailing away into the gloom
hearts heavy with growing doom.
Heavy the hold with chest and cask
of rum, and ale, and food.
Stole some canon, power and shot
set out upon the unsuspecting lot.
A'yo the devil and Davy Jones
sitin by my side
our souls may be damned
but we are living on the high.
Up and down the coast
a deadly trade is plied.
No ship was ever safe
from our canons fiery kiss.
A broadside and she's crippled
grape and chain takes down the sail.
Boarded swift and plundered clean
to a watery grave is sent.
A'yo the devil and Davy Jones
sitin by my side
our souls may be damned
but we are living on the high.
Slipping in to ports we stop
to trade for grog and wench and song.
Quick the plunder soon be gone
we set off to sea again.
A'yo the devil and Davy Jones
sitin by my side
our souls may be damned
but we are living on the high.
A'yo the devil and Davy Jones
sitin by my side
our souls may be damned
but we are living on the high.
Monday, September 6, 2010
War Cry
As with most momentary thoughts it is unknown when this one will float to the top of the misty mind again to be further rework.
First cut, very rough.
The Captains of industry called a challenge
And the czars of commerce answered
They crafted their lies one upon one
Report upon report,
They called for the campaigns to start with month end
Notice went out across emails reaching all
That sounded like old repeating beans
6sigma and lean, downsizing right sizing
Fire your staff and move overseas
Throughout the quarters they cut their staff
With high profits on the side of the ruthless
They schemed their bottom line, plot upon plot
Dirty deed upon deed
At the coming of the investors meeting,
The great cuts began
They met in the market supposedly free
They looked out across the shining sea
And they reduced their head count
One upon one
Till all were gone
The economy was dead before it could begin
Big business leaders playing a game
They tried to maximize profits
And sold out their kin
And sold out their kin
First cut, very rough.
The Captains of industry called a challenge
And the czars of commerce answered
They crafted their lies one upon one
Report upon report,
They called for the campaigns to start with month end
Notice went out across emails reaching all
That sounded like old repeating beans
6sigma and lean, downsizing right sizing
Fire your staff and move overseas
Throughout the quarters they cut their staff
With high profits on the side of the ruthless
They schemed their bottom line, plot upon plot
Dirty deed upon deed
At the coming of the investors meeting,
The great cuts began
They met in the market supposedly free
They looked out across the shining sea
And they reduced their head count
One upon one
Till all were gone
The economy was dead before it could begin
Big business leaders playing a game
They tried to maximize profits
And sold out their kin
And sold out their kin
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