Snack

Tuna rule the world.
Tuna the Lord.

Oh, my little fish,
I didn't eat you on dish.
Oh, my shredded dear,
I digested your late fear.

Now you let me smell your scent,
Your odor lasts for life in tent.
You got talent,
you are silent,
you don't protest in my belly,
your smell is truth-telling.

I fell into the trap of your predation,
now you made of me canned ration.
I went into your trap,
got your fin's slap.
Tuna is now in my shoes,
I am silent, swimming my blues.
I escaped to sea from can prison.
You now human – Joe Tunason.