Swimming close to shore,
Nibbling like minnows on flesh, they tore,
With such neat bites, so clean, so pristine,
I let them take more; if you know what I mean.
But soon they grow up into wee little sharks,
Finding their way into all my remarks,
And second guess everything, down to my own
Bones and my hair and just bout everything known.
Soon with them I cry, now grown to a whale,
And moan my whole fate and sit round ‘n bewail
The world’s gone now to hell and there’s little to do
For how could they use me, and you probably too..
Then into the belly I swiftly descend,
My mind and my will I quickly surrend,
And I lie and I wait while soaking in tongue,
Bitter forever all towards that bright sun,
Who caused us all problems by giving us day,
And life for us lived, only to say
I hate you and this and I’ll kill you that way,
I curse you sweet life, just let me away.
OR
When I was nibbled by chum little minnows,
I reflex and I draw back in mind, all in horror,
Then all of the terror and grave I have shown
Would be nothing but dreams, just nothing alone.