Yes, I am a pirate
200 years too late
the cannons don't thunder
there's nothing to plunder
I'm an over 40 victim of fate

Life is still great

All sailors love the freedom of the seas and imagine themselves to be pirates at last or at least rogues. Then there are the lassie roguettes. How charming! I imagine myself at the helm and my lady blowing her man down as our vessel creates it's own rythum. Alarmed, I feel the vibes of shaking timbers, but it’s only the crew playing with their woodies, I relax, guiding my vessel with great confidence and a sense of swelling pride. The captain of the deck shouts, “Mylady beware the white whale, she’s about to blow.” She looks him straight in the eye and says, “Mister watch my tongue, there’s no lady here.” The she turns to me and looks into my soul with her fawn like eyes and coos, “Let’er blow skipper, I love sperm whales.”