Jaws

An arm.
A leg.
A bloody slide of ham to me,
lord of the sea.

White is right,
and great.

In the playful tide you lie low, as do I.
A snack for me
off Amity.

The sheriff and the nerdy one
I somehow feel
will be my next meal,
God willing.
A filling treat.
More meat than a teeny girl in a teeny bikini.

My inky eye can see your fear when I'm near,
but I feel no remaws.
I, jaws.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.