One of my favorite pieces of Buffett poetry.
Performed here with Mac and Zac ...
Yes, I am a pirate
200 years too late
The cannons don't thunder
There's nothing to plunder
I'm an over 40 victim of fate
Arriving too late
Arriving too late ...
... Mother, mother ocean, after all these years I've found
My occupational hazard being
My occupation's just not around.
I feel like I've drowned,
Gonna get drunk uptown.
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