Spleen. Fish without panties (№ 112896)

On Board sits a pirate
He smokes strong home-grown tobacco
He and the chief of counterintelligence,
And MP.
It may be all that we can not,
Before him tremble all minds,
He can the stroke of a pen in July to call
The onset of winter.
Save Kuma from Kuma,
Give the homeless your pants
And the innocent let go
If necessary, from prison.