Cursed as the handhot bread aboard the Mary Celeste
Cursed as a pirate’s chest
Interned by flintlock kept by cutlass
Eager slashes leave bellies gutless
Where X is marked it rests.
Bloodblurred the pirate’s parrot’s beak orange barely peeks out
Only initiates can read my maps, know go west when led south
Fewer legs an octopus bomb victim, this vivacious bon viveur
Chauffeured his shark-bitten stump by a cedar-whittled peg
He ambled fore to aft, armchecked the thickness of some shafts
Scoffed when anyone laughed and scorned any he deemed daft
He gambled dawn to dusk, for a half penny more he would bet it all and be assured
The dice that fall on Mount Olympus would fall for him, and so on he would endure
Someone upstairs is looking out for me, he breathed luck down on his dice
A hissing snake pair staring back at him, three months of beans and rice.
Alchemisland 
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