Requiem for a Sailor

Young Bud escaped the clutches of the gaoler
and went sailing off on a Yankee whaler.
Before too long, the salt brine was in his blood,
and he became quite a sea dog, our Bud.

Spurred on by a bold spirit of derring-do,
our young sailor took up with a pirate crew,
plundering ships and raping ev’ry virgin.
Battle wounds were patched by the barber surgeon.

Gradually, he began to drift apart
as a dark light engulfing the hollow heart
shrouded the inner soul of the perfect man.
Repentant and distraught, he devised a plan.

One day his shipmates found him dead in the head.
Both his wrists were slit and pouring crimson red.

So if you choose to pursue the wrong path, too,
the sight they found may be the image of you.