Captain Because

He was arrogant.

A size piss ant.

And his smile hung on grimace.

He wore weathered skin.

No original sin.

And he slammed tequila with grace.

People were books and

By hook or crook

Cappy’d lead them to this place

Where hats would hang from

Sun bronzed arms catching

Pesos from empty space.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.