Chum

Setting sail so suddenly
Smack in the middle of the Atlantic sea
Sipping cocktails; soaking sun
Singing songs saying…HERE WE COME!!!
But the sharks swim so silently
As your feet dangle below the sea
Pretending your pirates; drinking your rum
As the sharks sing…HERE’S SOME CHUM!!!
See the sail sag-In the setting sun
Plan to be there—when the morning comes
If I don’t get there by half past six-Mr. Coast Guard is gonna slap my wrists
Start to doze-under the stars—holy smoke I think I see planet Mars
The moon is shining on a fin as the sharks say let the chummimg begin
Sitting sideways in the stormy sea
Screaming seagulls-start to peck at me
The smell of blood is in the air
Mr. coke dealer drives by but couldn’t care
A ten course meal is over and done
An all day luncheon –has led to one
The sharks start to circle—this sinking cardboard boat
Oh my God I’m no longer afloat
I've just felt a tug and the salt stings my blood
I’ve turned into chum—that’s ok I’m feeling numb