(Note: this was just a dabble I wrote when I watched One Piece. Not my best work)

He was but a man craving the sweet release of death

ever since the day that invoked his utter wrath

His brother: taken away from the world by fist

the younger one now rising on the list

He was now apart of the nova eleven

his brother watching above from heaven

Rising, clawing and climbing to the top

the little one could never hope to stop

Two, to five, to seven along

but he knew he was one never to belong

One, to two, to four and five

rising his bounty as he strives

in millions, no less, as such was the way

for all his actions he had to pay

The Pirate King was no more than a man

who had been dealt a terrible hand

With a mouth always busy eating

his rubber body always taking a beating

but he was strong for he had resolve

even though his conflict could easily evolve

Even with a fleet behind his back

and a first-mate permanently hitting the sack

the Monkey Man knew he didn't have long

before he would hear the end of his song.