ulysees with
a scream brave ulysees removed the pitchfork from the throat of the son of
a bitch from detroit "eye dont understand why the still fuck with me
aint my name known and feared through these seven blue seas? The boat
it did rock and the four winds were blowin as in came a mighty big terrible
storm. the man from detroit from the deck he was thrown and the spray
and the rain on ulysees came down. "Seaman Smith come up here, Dr,
Know, up you too i've got miserable news to unload upon you. seems your
wives they have written untrue they have been, paid that man there to
row his boat here from Japan. They've sold all of your cars and theyve
killed all your cows, actioned off all your boys then they burned down
your house. They've told all your secrets to all of your parents, the
pope, he found out, and annulled both your marriages. How sad you must be,
good men you are too, but fight we must now, as therrrrres work we must do.
To the
port we have pirates, on Acid theyre on, starboard, fine women, the best to
be found. But we have only one cannon and only one ball, and, lo,
in bad waters sudden death to us all. but wait till you hear the worst
news of the bunch: in our cargo is condoms, and the girls just made lunch.
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"I'm
with you Brave captain," Dr. Know he did pledge, "I spit on the
pirates and that son of the bitch." "And I," declared Smith,
and erect did he stand, "A child I was born, but I must die a man."
The pirates struck first, but the ball it did miss but two more blasts came
forth and they scored the first hits. Ulysees, he tacked 'gainst the
old pirate ship "Prepare ye to fight, boys. Prepare ye to live! Though
it means nothing to no one: ask Doc and ask Smith, we ride this ship
once, and our lives they are quick, as we ram these dull bastards, decide
we of which: Shall we howl our arrival or die sons of the bitch?"
The crew, beat and worn-out, were true men of the sea as little as schoolboys
they knew who theyd be, from hell and seawater they bounced in the waves
shrieking filth and poor tidings and pretty bad names. And though their ship
was a-sinking and doomed that it was the men they stood proud as the rockets
did buzz. "If
I thought we would die here, I'd shake your hands now, but there's women behind
us, and that smells like good chow. Fight on ye, me bastards, and dont let
one go unslayin and stab every dead man, for they just may be playin.
Good luck to you all, to the rest happy sailing," were the last words
brave Ulysees was ever heard sayin. tonypierce.com |