Oh,
bauble.
Your beauty is like a
bomb of bedazzlement.
Once I was hooked
there was no escape.
I saw something shiny,
and I took the bait.
In a sea of liquid storage,
I swam.
A sardine in a school of sharks.
Sifting through a synagogue of selfish sinners
as I syncopate my strangulated syllables.
Struggling to speak.
Oh,
aluminum fishing hook.
Your creator is a world-class cook.
The list of your victims could fill a book.
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