Drowning
The oyster was just too big, so raw and it smelt of rotten fish
So I dipped a finger trying to feel around, shook it maybe I’d have heard a sound
But it snapped and barked at me, lost a finger and I couldn’t point no further
Dropped my cup and it silently shattered, spilled my tea and my mind was tattered
Blue and black, slowly my facets stain. Soaked in burns or maybe just the pounding rain
And my feet are bleeding, the shards from my broken mug aren’t just teasing
Smutting out they drain the last of my tea, fading out, was this the last of me?
So I painted red all over town today, humming an elegy of my anticipated eulogy
Shrieking out loud, maybe they could mend my mug
Seeking some clout, I wouldn’t have minded a hand
But they painted me foul, such a fashion less babe!
Shat on my tears, their spit on my face
So I ran for the sea to clean up my shite
Found me some tea, a mug big enough for me.