come contemplate this waste of space, no haste
to be that human in this rat race fate gave
a blow powerful like them mammals that ride waves
like fenway to stay under too long, you'll lose ya lungs
baylen instead oh pearly teeth, a toung that could crush
human beings, tail like sails, aquatic windmills to propel
well under liquids that swirl and swell, life peaceful
when you aint fighting for your mouthful of little creatures
that you swallow, only fear the nets of death entangled in
no threats to drown when born to swim