Cement Hole

Recycled salt water fills a glimmering cement hole, not to mention the animal inside who was ripped from his soul, it's not taking a toll, like undressing eyes fixated on a stripper's pole. 

Gracefully diving and waving a friendly fun, in water as shallow as a puddle exposing their skin, a painted on grin, a deadly sin, stretched paper thin. 

Performing tricks like an acrobat majestically contorted in the air, people watch and ignorantly stare, this treatment is obviously fair, they wouldn't continue if they didn't care, like a fucked up love affair. 

Comfortably snug in a cute little cage all day and night, cornered like a shaking mouse, in a prison confined so tight, a breathtaking sight, a demonic black and white. 

An adorable floppy and lifeless fin shows true character, unlike those free wide open water creatures, forget those accurate tear-jerking motion pictures, they don't need raw adventure. 

On display for the world to see like a mannequin posed in a case, looking "natural" in uncomfortable ways, like cramming a piano into a vase, this deranged circus is a disgrace, death is their only escape. 

Playful bite marks leak jolly red blood but they don't mind, we must keep and breed them since their illegal to find, these killers can't be kind, those researchers are just blind, they're like toys that you wind. 

These social beings have plenty company and form lasting bonds inside, but they show aggression, rake, ram, and collide, sliced arteries bleed out til they're bone dry, another one left behind. 

No dependent children or a need for bothersome family, snatch a baby away from it's mother so easily, curb their natural curiosity, watch them swim wearily as mother screams angrily, helplessly. 

Rewarded for behavior and praised for routine, because consistency is better than spontaneity, patience has reached capacity, this is their reality, more like insanity, easily replaced like the annual Christmas tree. 

Humans applaud these now tame but dangerous beasts, until captivity leaves them all deceased, rest in peace, it's entertainments money engorged feast. 

Recycled salt water fills a glimmering cement hole, not to mention the animal inside who was ripped from his soul, it's not taking a toll, like undressing eyes fixated on a stripper's pole. 

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