September Pirate

by

Dina Dinsmoor

I tried to make that telephone call
Somehow the numbers were gone
The last time I couldnt get though
something had gone wrong

A child of a man called me up that day
From his cell in the I wont let this happen store
He needed me for a project
He wouldn't tell me too much more

The owning of a soul
It was the pirates cruel delight
To chain her owned soul to his
At the deadly stroke of midnight

Then he asked me about that dream I had
was it still intact
Did it include some numbers
Did it include a map

He didn't see the portent
got on his knees to cut to the chase
Was this the war, are we at war
Were bombs gonna drop
All around this place

He didnt seem to think those days
it was any kind of imposition
To let another harpsichord
Plagerize the original composition

I told him that I loved him
Everyone loves their protector
Everyone loves a song
That reminds them of their maker

I wanted to hear from the one
Who knew me in love and in all
We were leveled by a pirates admiration
And I couldnt make the call

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