Same Circus, Different Clowns.
Off to Disney World I will go.
Time to leave this horrible snow.
I walked to the station to catch our train,
when I found a man who was quite insane.
His face was scarred and his teeth were gold.
He had a brown hat, rugged and old.
He had a cruel smile and sailed on a ship,
a sword and a pistol, bounced at his hip.
From what I gathered Captain Joe was his name.
Drinking, and killing, was his game.
He smelled like he hadnt showered in a year.
Or maybe that was the smell of rum mixed with beer.
I approached him, with a grin on my face,
and asked, What brings you to the this place?
He said nothing, our conversation left void