here is your dinner now
and it is dangling on a string
it smells divine, and the thought of devouring it
is most delightful
and you’re not thinking about the fact that it’s dangling on a string
because you’re hungry
plain and simple … right …
now, aside from just the string it descended down from
there are other issues, too
like the tip of that rusted hook
which you can visibly see
but then, that too, only crosses your mind for a mere minute
besides …weirder things have happened, right?
so, you’re encircling your dinner, a bit suspicious, but mind set regardless of repercussions and damage that may ensue
and red flags start to surface
but your appetite prevails
ignoring all the warning signs …
now, if there were viewers, an audience, watching you proceed
they’d be shaking their heads, vehemently
but even still, you’re appetite is voracious
and it is unquestionable
that you have at least a taste
so you dart at it
and nibble some
and its teasing you
and that’s never fun
so you take your chance
a whopping, big bite
before you’re exposed and naked and in plain sight
and the hooks got you
as you flounder and flop
and you were hungry then
before you were caught
now you’re going to be eaten
after they skin you alive
and it won’t seem fair
but it’s by design
and everyone gets caught, in time
washed up by the sea, the tide
drying out on the shore, the sand
or lured in by a fisherman …