South Specific Pirate Talk
You told me I was a wasted treasure
"You're a wasted treasure" you said
So why does your chest heave with pleasure
When you open my box on our rumpled seabed?
"What have I wasted?
Where has it gone?"
Have the gems of my character been tossed overboard?
Smiles sunk without face,
Withered unseen in the depths of the hoard.
Cracked split or shattered,
Unused understanding wrecklessly scattered?
Has the sheen of my sharing tarnished with lust?
Rubies fragmenting with broken-down trust?
Has my chalice of caring turned callous, despairing?
In much deeper oceans I haven't yet faced?
Shrivelled spilt or chipped
Is my sparkle subdued, Velvet been ripped?
Has my vessel been wasted, the ship run aground?
My oyster untasted, the pearl not been found?
My bounty is boundless to those whom I please
So if you measure my treasure with unmeasured pleasure
Thy parlance is groundless, my capricious corsair of three Cs.
©2006 Amanda Govan
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