Frustration runs amidst them
Like blood in the water to a frenzy of poetic sharks
Poor Elliot, the wetsuit clad diver
Mistaken for a tasty seal
But the diver is hidden now
Missing an arm or two and some pride

But we hungry sharks are not abated
Something is missing, something is lost
Perhaps if we had a place to converse
This mystery would be solved
And we'd return your arm...
but only one, even we need collateral
*Evil Smirk