I thought I got rid of him I thought I cleared the air Of his toxic chemical breath And his scary witch hair

My scars from where he ate me Had been healing recently Until today he swam up out of nowhere To bite off another piece of me

The cuddle fish say “he’s crazy!” Even the eels say “it’s not your fault!” But his attacks drew so much blood That I’m perfect prey for more assault

Plus the shark is more than violent: He’s a clever bastard too So if he wants to sting me perfectly
He knows exactly what to do

I can’t tell him to go fuck himself Or kick him squarely in the face Because his bites call out my “violence” As why he hurts me in the first place

So I’m afraid he’s totally trapped me I can’t swim to shore or knock him out Because a tiny part of me still believes I’m violent Like the shark is mad about