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.