© Julien Berthier

Dedicated to all Expats (Past & Present), May your pens stay Sharp (like Jen) and may your words flow as fluid as Bill’s!

Shady Muse
Is at the helm
And the words scatter
Beauty cries
For talents lost
Chased away
By a mad hatter

“Shiver my timber”
Writers Ahoy,
Sharpen your erasers
And draw your pens
Dare you
Contradict me
You’ll be sleeping
With the fins

I’ll drive them
Miserable souls
To the depth
Of nobody
While I marvel
At the wonders
Of human
Anatomy

This ship
Will always
Set sail
With
Or without them
Slithering fools
Don’t stare at me,
Bail dam’it,
Bail!

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