Glass Houses

Hey get me out of here.
I think about my destiny
As I’m destined for your stomach
With delicious intent
You look at me
As your children jump around and point
I bounce further to the back
Put the Marines out front
But in the end we are all the front line
In time, my head will be split
And sucked of its juices
Lickity spit
Deveined of my shit
Slippery shrimp
The water is so clear
The water is so warm
Yet so cold
You gave me such an illusion as I stared out at you thinking you were the one going nowhere
I’m buoyant
Bon Voyage
My peoples say
The net comes down
It must be the weekend
The future is looking Dim

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