WANTED

Wanted. Wanted and drunk.
An odor or two seems to follow me too
along with the stares of the 'nouveau riche',
But I must find it, make sure it's untouched.

The name makes every head turn
some with wonder, some with envy, 
"By God! It can't be real!", they all exclaim
"Nay, it's real", I say.

For some it's a blessing, for others
... it's a curse.
It is of course, The Black Pearl.
You may call me Jack, but I prefer Captain Sparrow,
Prepare to be blown out of the water.


* This is by far nothing (in terms of quality) compared to what the other poems on here are like, but there aren't many (I think hardly any) poems on films and I was looking at my Pirates of the Carribean box-set when I had a moment of insanity. Et voilá. (I am in no way a mad crazy PoC fan)

** Folks who've seen PoC will recognize some phrases!