Shark

The sharkskin predator lives easy, swimming underneath
recessed reflections; the sunken shipwreck’s bitter sheath
Insulated from the outer world, he floats in ultra-modern dark-hole climes
Devoted to marauding clamors, his religion spans unending time

He’s the center of disturbed attention, no injuries the world can see
Intricate obligations, quick-trigger interweavings, affordability
His modus operandi; disable, slice and dice your inner S.W.A.T. team
Sheet lightning his consoling rules, zigzag get-rich-quick-scheme

His thirst is never quenched; his utter silence much too hard to bear
You bleed fresh screams that no one hears, milque-toast doctrinaire
Archived thoughts resisting healthy healing, ancient blue-print disappears
Score one more taste of crystal coke; righteous tones ring bright and clear

You offer him devout devotion; praise the universal powers that be
That’s when the rolling sound-waves cease, hopes are dashed abruptly
You’ll go and worship once again at the Fallen Angels Holy Shrine
Inhale powdery cherub incense; sharp discipleship, cutting razor-line