by JE
(A pirate pissed, yet passionate about Pirates of The Caribbean )
Nobody could understand
This rusty hook that shapes my hand,
Before vampires and bedsheet ghosts took over this land
I was the original, you understand,
The Born Halloween plan
Now Johnny Depp wears my shoes
My ship, my hair, the glamourous ruse
Treasures and eerie frights and views
The crew and I, now wasted fools
Alone with wine and candy, we choose
Watching this movie, now a nostalgic muse
Though I’m greedy, I’m a sentimental guy
I can’t help but question, wonder, then sigh,
Why have I become the forgotten
This Dutchman in the sky?
C’est la vie, with a tear in my eye
Trends change, nothing more
I guess sexism and dirty ships aren’t cool anymore
so what’s left, but tales of folklore?
And temporary tattoos, plastic skeletons in stores
At least I have my mates and the creaky old floors
and I can’t forget my girls,
I adore you whores