Blackbeard died of eighteen holes and fourteen wives
a stint as a lumberjack
and no regrets he knew the Devil.
Bart Roberts ran aground
got shot in the throat.
His endless conquest launched his own.
He hid his blood in crimson damask
and the cries of burnt slaves.
Black Caesar wasn't going back.
He took Florida, Europe, the hurricanes.
Starved his harem. Chieftain to the end.
Stede Bonnet was a coward. He paid for his crimes
like a fool. Not before begging
to self-amputate for clemency.
If you were too happy Edward Lowe cut off parts of your face
roasted and fed them to you.
No one knows what happened to him.
The best Anne Bonny could do was fuck
the dog she was dumb enough to understand
and pregnant enough to not die for.
She disappeared. There were whorehouses.
Kidd was nothing special.
Weak leader. Political tool.
Left behind treasure neverthere.
Even murder couldn’t hide
his lack of command.
Henry Morgan went of dropsy late nights, and rum
like many governors.
He barbecued the the innocent. Amen.
The hourglass goes empty fast.
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