Touch it, Taste it

May 28, 2008
I'm the shark with shoes and a face;
a clean disguise so you'll climb in.
You look surprised to find the fin
but nothing matches the shock from the teeth,
that tear you limb from limb

You'll recover in time;
not once have I damaged beyond
what she's already admitted to take.
In fact, the scares the length of my teeth,
will be forgotten out of spite-
You'll be clean and blood-free
just in time for another bite.

And oh, you'll wish it was me;
because not every shark is so kind'
to let you go free.

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