Shindig: A Browncoat Ballad

Shindig

A Browncoat Ballad

Stand back and give the big one a stick

While the muscle plays his part, the thief plays his

So long as the pilot

Doesn’t crash and kill them all

The companion should arrive in time

For a mighty fancy shindig

The crew goes it separate ways

After the captain fails to appreciate the pretties

Leaving the muscle and the captain

To deal with the proper businessman with roots in the community

The businessman takes off his very fine hat

Explains the job

That requires diamonds the size of testicles

And some pretties

Thus are introduced

The lady mechanic in her fluffy pink dress

And her escort:

Captain Tightpants

A hovering chandelier

A suspicious buffet table

In need of questioning

And a man in a sash

A fancy party for some

A high stakes card game for others

There are many ways to have fun

But for the captain, disrespect cannot be a part of it

The captain isn’t the only one

Who cannot abide disrespectful, useless people

But he is one of the few

That would strike a master swordsman over just such uselessness

It’s out of the crew’s hands

The companion can’t do much to put it in the captain’s

After all, the most he knows of swordsmanship is which end to hold

Even if it’s a fight, it’s not the captain’s type of party

A crew held hostage

Another layer to the complicated girl manifests

And the captain makes his point with the companion

Making no use of even a pound of pressure

The next day

He makes his point

Against the useless man from the fancy shindig

Making use of plenty pounds of brutish pressure

It’s not the dress

It’s not the money and the food it buys

It’s not about being fancy

It’s about being useful

There’s not much use

For people who would choose to be rude

Especially when they only find use

In the superficiality of man-made wealth

So be useful

Be kind and considerate

Defend your friends and your morals

Admit to your mistakes

You don’t need to know the steps

When you walk with friends

You don’t need to wear the nicest clothes

When you wear the truth upon your sleeves

Good friends

Friends from whom you’ve earned,

And continue to earn,

Respect

That’s really the only ingredient one needs

For a mighty fine shindig