At Joe Butcher’s command, his crew

Herded their human pork.

Day after day they cut off limbs,

And Joe ate with a fork.


A month went by, and the pirates

Lived in unending fear.

The Tyrant’s first mate knew in his

Heart that his death was near.


But one by one he watched his crew

Get eaten by Joe’s men.

Until at last they saw white sails

On a ship called Hidden.


The Hidden saved the butchers from

A terribly dire fate.

But soon the King’s men had to ask,

“What about the first mate?”


All of the sailors on that ship

Though of the first mate’s fate,

And to hide their inhuman crime,

One final man they ate.



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Published by John Du