song of the killer whale

on the open seas
just the seagulls and me
searching the surf for something to eat
stomach turning topsy-turvy
in cycles bound and guided by the tide
tempt the mermaids with my style
flash keen eyes and killer smile
line them up in single file
from sweet, to salt, to sour
so flavours change from hour to hour
a devil "fish" with ferocious power
to lust, love, and voraciously devour
but this hunger is insatiate
with passion free to fluctuate
and there's no way i can compensate
or let desire dissipate
for it is my nature, my assumed art
beget to me from doomed start
when i lost myself, my piscatory part
to carry mammal man's unwieldy heart