• dear wolf with sand paper skin,and legs that sway like fins,
    why the generous grin?, you know we cannot swim?!


    you make the current your slave,as we scream,splash and,wave
    greeting us with pit-black eyes,as you watch us flee or die


    white is the flag i weld but red is that of yours,i'd rather have a nice warm day
    i'd rather stay on shore!