Did he live dangerously as he believed? You decide. A wish he cherished inanely for long Did him in or liberated from fear once and for all His date with the camouflaged piranha He coveted much, was an unqualified success He repeatedly said, though none disputed it. An ace strategist, he thought of himself Aware of all the wily tactics the fish practices It all started with the tickling pleasurable nibbles But when the blood started flowing the fangs were out Nature's invisible sensors respond to the situation precisely.
Look!
Hopeful vultures circling above slyly observing His each faltering step is alacritous, turned hostile, "Walking skeleton, buddy, fly back.No scope for us Crumbling little by little.Let it ride, bad luck"