Drink and be merry for on the morrow after the morrow, tis Monday t'ward doom
Me hearties
be merry
drink and h'party
fill yerselves with beauty
take all
leaving nothing
'tis this piracy
this lunacy
that stood us in stead
now t'ward the Monday world we sail
but I say
face the gail
so ye raise yer glasses
raise voices too
raise skirts and smiles
for around us
are whips
the whipping
the whirling of the world
tis not mad to be a drunk
in this whirling, whirling world
if anything
tis mad
not to be.
Probably inspired by a recent viewing of Pirates of the Carribean: At World's End
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