The Great Pirate Age

The skull-and-crossbones never flew as high
As now that it's become a shirt and tie
With limousines instead of gallon fleets
In pirate coves along both Wall and K Streets.

The cannon ball and cutlass made of metal
Just lack the deadly power of their digital
New weapons for a new age when the booty
Is the treasuries of each client country.

But for each captain prowling on the ocean
Of politics these days there are a million
More petty pirates plotting paltry schemes
To capture narrow and short-sighted dreams

From sea washed decks of middle-management
Where with smart meters some sharpen pension tridents
And everything is crafted as a trick
For some different way to loot the public.

Santiago del Dardano Turann

Archived 06/08/2010