The Retaliation

It is as if you could see
The bubbles of air rise up above his head
Precisely where bubbles of thought should be.
Perfectly circular entrapments of nothing more than oxygen and carbon dioxide
Where assessments and evaluations of the situation should reside
And sound travels sharp in air, but he is surrounded
By a watery world of his own willing
Where warnings of the shiny, sparkly fishing lures
Cleverly concealing a catagory 3 catastrophe
And cautionary tales of just how deep the waters beyond the shelf can be
Become distorted and fuddled and finally fall on deaf ears.

Repeated attempts to convince and remind him
That this ocean is full of dangers and he is only an itty bitty little fish
Are lost on him.
No, he fancies himself…Moby Dick
Monstrous and indestructible because he is so HARDCORE!
Nothing can effect the 2 ton beast with a dick bigger than most cars,
Because he glides into battle with half a tank of Jack
And an iron will convinced his falsehoods are factual

He drinks…well…like a fish
Only able to function with a guitar in one hand and
A bottle of whiskey in the other
Pedaling his played-out and dissonant melodies to anyone within earshot
Sleighing the ghosts of girls who just gave up
Backs broken from the weight of misplaced responsibilities
Receiving blows from hands thought to be possessed
Of a grown man
Wielded by a little boy in sheep’s clothing
No wait, sorry—fishes clothing.

Worn-out welcomes become the accepted form of currency
In exchanges that are somehow fishy and far from fair
Despite receiving more than he is owed, he can still be found flopping on the shore
Whining and begging and badgering for more
More time, more words, more of everything you never wanted to give him in the first place.
Solicitations turn to manipulations.
Marionette forms with our faces dangle from his fins
But down here, desperation smells of blood
And sharks are yet another danger of this here ocean

It's the saddest shot at playing hard to get
He’d give his first born to gain the upper hand
Swimming against the current
No matter how hard you try
Will never turn the tide.
Baby, I told you that job is for the moon alone
And I reiterate, you are only an itty bitty little fish
But never mind me
Keep on swimming in circles
You can’t hear me anyway.