At the bottom of
the ocean you lurk seeking
your prey, bam snip snap
You’re caught, trapped within
You strike and tussle, but the
battle is lost, shoved
into a cooler
Temporarily you sit
In a pot of hot
water, sprinkled with
seasoning salt, garlic, old bay
marinated in
butter, you’re steamed to
perfection, ready to be
devoured by me
