under the water with a 50-pound weight
tied to my back.
remember that 13-year-old kid
with a 5-pound hammer?
for 24 hours I breathe water
and my lungs become a sponge
soaking in all your toxic
no home visit for you this Sunday
and you can forget about Thanksgiving.
my body is so heavy now.
predators are starting to feast
upon my virgin flesh.
sawdust and angels breed
an inferior race,
one that falls apart before
it can ever reach Arkansas.
a feeding frenzy is an amazing thing
unless you’re the food.
why didn’t anyone stand up?
not even my own blood would rise.
nothing left but scraps
and bones, remains for history.
where is he? Danny Erickson?
just wait until I get my hands on him.
the ocean has conceived me
due to your arrogance and greed.
I sent out a warning
but it was anonymously submitted
and never received.
I don’t mind being a part of this
great underwater world
that you’re too stupid
to even begin to fathom.