Pirate

I hang my flag
On my shoulder
I don’t need a ship
For shenanigans
A smile
Can still a room
And I have pilfered
Many
My mouth is my sword
Every word strikes home
Battles are gazes
Fleeting at best
So with a hearty laugh
And a loud battle cry
I charge
Every step booming
As I topple over the day

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