The Art of Theft

I wish I were a buccaneer.
Not for the riches,
Nor for the new places I can see.

I wish I were a buccaneer.
Not for the large ships,
Nor for the shaking hips.

I wish I were a buccaneer.
Not for the ocean's beautiful fishes,
Nor for the thousands of delicious dishes.

I sincerely wish I were a buccaneer.
'Cause, being a poet I've managed to steal only your words,
Not your heart.