A hard surface is what makes the sea vessel floatThe empty ocean is speckled with shards of walking opalsHoping to better the lives of their up & coming creaturesDelved in the thin black pouch.Commander Pincer does not think before his actionsHe grabs the swordfish and drives it into the enemy mineBlack widow’s underwater eggs
War planes fill the air, bombs are dropped without a careUnderwater, the beetle submarine waitsBiding it’s time, waiting for it’s chance to strike“Back to work!” yelled the General DungbeetleThey scurry and scamper, prepare their torpedoesSoon they will have revenge
INCOMING, Dungbeetle counter measuresWe’re going down…There’s the buzz.
In : Poetry
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