Seeking Fortune

Seeking fortune not a friend 
shooting and theiving 
vow I'll search untill the end.
Do I beleive truly in the saviour
when running in such way
even with my mouth I profess each day.

Street poets have no dreams to tell
drown their soul with whisky
then write of hell.
Well they not know of mine!
So I shall cast no pearls
before this herd of swine

Let me reach lost souls
fuck their silk made sheets,
whether paddle oar rowing
or commander of the fleet.