Decapod Delights

Pink and plump upon my plate,
Wrong place, wrong time, cruel twist of fate.

One of a million tiny eggs set free,
Upon the current of a briny sea.

Sifting through the ocean floor,
For bits of plankton, algae and more…

What’s up bruh, yo, bust tha’ rhyme,
In clicks and snaps on ocean time.

Stay in school and you’ll be set,
Against most predators but not man’s net.

Swimming in a sea of butter,
The surfer half of my steak supper.

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