We Are The People Our Parents Warned

Yes, I Am A Pirate, Two Hundred Years To Late. Cannons Don't Thunder, There's Nothing To Plunder, I'm An Over Forty Victim Of Fate.

I Remember The Excruciating School Task Of Writing A Three-page Term Paper. But, Oh, That Feeling When I Was Done! I Think I Drive Myself For That Feeling Of Accomplishment.

Drive-in, You Guzzle Gin, Commit A Little Mortal Sin.

Is It Time For Your Medication Or Mine?

Maybe There Is Another Who Sees Life Not As A Flickering Candle But As A Torch That Can Illuminate An Undiscovered World.