The Great Wake 63: In It For The Booty

 

In one ear, out the other.  The middle is confusion, thinking and ignoring.  Calming down, hopefully, with music and curiosity.  Sleep must be induced, a dose of dreams injected, time well spent.  Still and meaningful.

The movie's out, but everyone's already seen it.  Those pirates can't be trusted, their words are vapor, their thoughts are shallow, their hearts are cold.  In it for the booty, in it for the gold.  That fishy smell is their cologne. Reek.

On to other matters.  We scared the pants off them ingrates with a little strain.  Wait 'til next year when the sun becomes too dangerous, when the sky falls, when aliens infiltrate, when the earth cracks, when pigs fly, when the boogie people arrive.  Let the prisoners die, we ruined their lives anyway.  In the name of the people.