The Shark Smells Blood Poem by Saint Eule

In constant graceful mako motion,
The shark has rule in the ocean.
His teeth of many rows razor sharp be,
His senses finer than any in the sea.

He sits beneath a cave to rest,
Squinting eyes but never closed,
When a faint smell of blood come his way,
His nostrils go aflame his tail explodes.

He takes to sea like a deadly torpedo,
His attraction to blood is al magneto.
Finding a fish suffering along the coral,
He was wounded tasting the ocean floral.

He thrashes at the large fishes side,
Taking his meal with furious pride.
Vivaciously he crushes through the fins,
Making him useless the shark always wins.

In a conference of political leaders,
They decide to give the rich an open check.
They say its for the best, a democratic solution.
On the backs of the commoner what the heck.

The poor cry out no food or jobs,
Wall street holds and the rich are content.
The poor are scraping along the bottom,
They have no money left to pay the rent.

The price of gas, clothing and more,
Are too unbearable for the trodden poor.
The rich sail upon their yachts,
Drinking cocktails and wanting even more.

The waves of freedom brings about revolt,
It gives the yachts of the rich a mighty jolt.
Many of them fall into the rolling sea,
The shark smells blood a meal for me.

The shark makes haste arriving with zeal,
Crushing bones of deceit for a salty meal.