Mar
23rd
Tue
23rd
No rum
Right there, out in the open:
all of your collected slaves
conspiring
to friendly mutiny.
They’ll give you a gun
and a glass of champagne.
Then they’ll let you go.
Like a bucket of angry seagulls,
and you’ve been hiding stale
marshmallows
in your back pocket.
Better get them out of there.
