Lickity Split

Joe Merkle
2 min readNov 10, 2021

The buccaneer scanned his wretched captives
Ignoring their repugnant scent
A motley crew so unattractive
Not one worth a single cent

Slowly he walked the deck inspecting
The worth of each black beast
What would the slave market bring
He hoped 10 pounds for each

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Joe Merkle

I write about love, life, loss, kindness, and gratitude. Toss in some fiction and humor and you have the meanderings of a multifarious writer.