I Need A New Life

p>It’s raining outdoors,
The rain in the night…
I’m thinking, of course,
That I wanna fight.
Hate being at home,
All day in a room –
Need storms, ships to roam
In ocean’s gloom.
I don’t like this life,
I need something new
With rum, swords or knife
And ship with a crew.
I just wanna lead
My “Pearl” through the night
That is what I need…
I know it is right.
A skull with crossbones –
The symbol I love,
I’ll kill all my foes
And pillage – it’s fun!
Don’t think I’ll obey
And follow the rules –
I’ll brighten my day
Escaping the noose.
I’ll laugh in your face
‘f you say that I cheat.
Oh, where’s my grace?
It’s under my feet.
Won’t be a lady
In corsets and hats.
I will be raiding
With other sea-rats.
I love only freedom,
And treasures, of course!
Oh, rum and my ship –
I value the most.
What? Being polite?
And tidy? And wise?
Thanks, I’d better fight:
I hate being nice.
You don’t understand,
You simply don’t see.
Why choose the land?
No! I choose the sea!
I choose adventures…
The ocean and storm,
Tortuga and wenches
In taverns dim, warm…
With drinks all around
And infinite talks
‘bout chests yet not found...
“Aye, gents, take a walk!”
I choose adventures
And sea-breeze, fresh, cool
Instead of dull lectures
And boredom at school.