Sirens, Please
Mutiny! I’ve become a prisoner to my own crew.
Upon hearing her voice,
I ran up to the top of the rocks to catch a glimpse.
Within seconds of seeing her, she was covered with seamen.
All of my sailors had flocked to her, abandoning our camp.
She giggled, she laughed, she splashed and she squirted.
Had I not been chained, I would have shared their fate.
Thanks to her, I have no crew, no freedom.
More Guillotine, Please
Slowly I walk to the steps.
I process through the town.
People cheer, spit, curse,
Some cry.
Sadness looms through the town.
It looms through the world,
As even the skies have turned grey,
