The World is my Lobster

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The World is my Lobster

My appetite for lobster knows no bounds!

The tail! Perfect al dente…..Aah! I bite

Deep into muscle gleaming silvery white

And chew. A stubborn carapace surrounds

The prize, but with my tools of tempered steel

I crush and crack the armour, discard head

And telson first, then scour the cheliped.

I suck the legs, breathe in the ocean’s smell.

Replete, I see the ruins on my plate:

The shattered shell, the blue digestive tract,

The claws that ripped, now broken and ransacked,

And pause to contemplate the lobster’s fate.

A victim? Maybe, but the meat was mine,

That’s how I calculate the bottom line.





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