When Piranhas Heat In Saunas Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

When piranhas heat in saunas,
Shouldn't they be aware...
Of a climate that keeps them prepared?
Why do they go through the trouble,
Of sweating off steam?
When the sinking of teeth...
Seems to be their main thing.

And why do they wrap in towels,
Between visits to leech?
No one expects them to relax...
When preying upon others,
Is thought to be in their constant reach.

Has the economy left them,
With less blood to dry?
Or are they in these sweat boxes...
So few folks will see them cry?

When piranhas heat in saunas,
Shouldn't they be aware...
Of a climate that keeps them prepared?
Or has the atmosphere changed for them?
And they've become afraid,
They now have become the hunted ones...
By those more daring.
And showing themselves to be remarkably brave.