Who Will You Be? Poem by Pablo Gonzalez

I've sown sails out of worn out clothes and patches
I've made my rudder out of broomsticks and matches
my crew consist of different versions of me and you
If they shoot a hole in my ship, i'll restore it with glue
my broken compass tells me to go anywhere
you'll always be safe in the rear
You'll never sleep in the crew's quarter
because your arm I'll be grabbing
Rum to drink and silk to sleep on
in the Captains cabin

A bottle with a poem for each of the seven seas
we'll dock quayside and loot different cities
sitting on rooftops of conquered towns
watching the skyline, your leg protruding your ripped gown
toasting over troubadours, jesters and clowns

Kings will fear your name
Queens will envy your fame

Steer these bandits and misfits
to adventures and fulfil their greed
of boarding ships
and fight them off with toy muskets and swords of sticks

what were the chances we'd be one of the few
to be sharing riches and love and flying through
this endless ocean blue

it turned out so right,
that I actually might
with the permission of you
and our crew too
to actually name this ship after you.