By the shark theshark65@excite.com
Date: 12 February 2001
no rest for the weary
these circles are wearing me down
why should I keep swimming them
why is it up to me to kill all the stupid little fish
in their puny little schools
I detest this role, this assignment
but who am I to question nature and my very identity
I was born to dwell in the ocean
I was born to kill the weak
I do not speak of waves of ecstasy
I whine about waves of mediocrity
my eyes are always open
and they never see beauty worth dying for
love will never happen for me
mating is more than I can handle
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