I’M A PIRATE

I’m a pirate, a marauder

A slut, a whore, leave my morals

At the door; I’m selfish, egocentric

If you aren’t me, you’re nothing

I dress, in carefully chosen words 

of wonder, respect and courtesy

Possibly, deep down, they’re honest

Here’s the truth. I seek fame, fortune

A quick grope, a sly feel; not enough

You say for a meal. A banquet would

Be nice. Why do I expose myself

To your disappointment and ridicule

When I could remain hidden?

Did you suspect me before? No?

So, why turn the spotlight on me now?

Good question, I say. Good question?

I’m a pirate, a marauder

A slut, a whore, leave my morals

At the door; I’m selfish, egocentric

If you aren’t me, you’re most fortunate

If you find redemption; 

tell her that you once met me.

She might remember me

Clawing at her gates.