He peacefully begins his journey, <br />sailing the seven seas of under aged souls. <br />He makes his way past regretful liquid and <br />stomach bile, but this does not stop him. <br /> <br />There he stands at the tip of his ship, <br />standing tall with one leg on the ground and <br />the other propped in position. <br /> <br />He lights a match to the dry wood of his ship, <br />the whole thing goes up in flames. <br />He begins to feel the burn and it causes him <br />to cowardly abandon his ship unlike the <br />respectful men before him. <br /> <br />He claims he’s making a leap of faith, <br />But the crowd knows it is just out of ignorance. <br />This man seriously thought he wouldn’t burn… <br /> <br />There he was, falling through mistakes and bile. <br />He lost his hat, his ship, and both his legs lack position. <br />The ignorance leaves him within the movement of liquid. <br /> <br />He softly lands, as if a net was ready to catch him, <br />But it’s not a net it’s a liver, a wrongfully used liver. <br />He remains calm for a minute or two until… <br /> <br />He begins to feel damp, his clothes are soaked, <br />and his body starts to heat up. <br />An echo fills his ears…”Feel the burn…this is a <br />Taste of your own medicine Captain”<br /><br />Michael Biondi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/captain-m-the-burn-of-a-beautiful-rum/
