It will be dark too soon for me,
in my small boat set out to sea,
in search of some eternal shore,
more likely on the ocean’s floor,
revenge for lobsters and food fish.
Yes, death’s an unappealing dish,
but, alas, one we all must eat,
with just desserts found down six feet,
and no need now to tip the waiter.
There’s no chance you’ll come back later.