Alligator Mouth Poem by John Shea

Some nutria have dodged us'
Ate a poodle in sixty three
Tadpoles are like tapioca
They are little but free
Why do they hunt me
After all these years
I strive to leave them with toothy fears
I was flushed down a toilet
Nothing to fear but a vortex of the urine of waste
Rats in the sewer were sweet
Better than the dogs on the street
On the mississippi I found real food
Asian carp were really good
I dodged discarded tires bottles and trash
To get a good meal from natures stash
Give me a break my human friends
My alligator mouth
Will never be your friend
My being on earth is worthy I think
My death is a shame
As to the bottom I sink.