The Good Ship, Enrica Poem by Jerry Lawrence

Amerikkka Is D-Stroyed. The Skyships Above Bring Me No Glee.
Free 4 Awhile. All Cargo Successfully D-Livered. I'm Paid.
Wade Through Mutinies Past As I Cuss Out All The Starships.
Chips 2 B Gained Keep, I, Athought.
Caught Up N The Right Of The Night, Again, Reminded Of The Easier Ways 2 Go About A Fight.
D-Light, Myself, With The Lady Of The Ship? I Shake My Head Hoping She's Busy Otherwise.
Wise Seas Whisper Secrets 2 Pirates They Don't Sicken So.
Swallow Down More Regular Beer Wishing 4 A Alcohol Much Lower.
C.R.E.A.T.U.R.E. Of This Sea, I'm Friendly With, That I Know Could Easily Catch Me Even N Enrica's High Tower.
War On The Winds. I'm Used 2 Such Disruptions 2 My Golden Currency.