Poetry

Grouper Nuggets

Poseidon plays poker with Davy Jones,
A mad man,
But when the locker’s on the line the leviathan splashes the pot,

Poem by Teo J. Babini - teo@citizenbrooklyn.com Doodle ©Luigi Scarcella

Doodle ©Luigi Scarcella

A fish eye fish fry,

Something smells fishy,

The fishermen are drunk by midday in the Mandalay,

Guttin’ ‘em when it’s time to filet,

Like ol’ McDonald’s Tuesday special in the phobic suburbs,

It’s too late to tell when the sailors have all been swallowed up by the kraken,

And foreign hordes of whores,

Like proper sea men,

Poseidon plays poker with Davy Jones,

A mad man,

But when the locker’s on the line the leviathan splashes the pot,

Somali pirates are the ocean’s only hope,

As pacific patch grows larger than Texas,

A coral-less reef,

Gills full of seaweed,

Blow it down,

Bubbles filled with smoke,

Shootin’ spears into the big blue,

A phenomenal yacht club funded by BP oil spill Inc,

Atlantis in the Pacific and the Caribbean dream.

So next time you sit down to slurp up some sushi remember this,

You can’t start a fire with nothing but fish sticks.

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