#piranha
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"
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 12:17 AM UTC
Your malice reared its ugly head,
and popped right out of the surface.
I didn’t realize I had used your trigger word
without knowing.
I would’ve shown you more compassion,
if you hadn’t acted so rash when—
I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt.
Alas, you’re a piranha on the prowl.
Wishing to sink those teeth in a seeming victim
that you found in me.
But, I’m too fast, and you’re too brash.
So, you’ll never catch up.
If you could catch up with the others,
you wouldn’t have to smother your prey.
In the end, it’s your own price to pay.
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 5:32 PM UTC