evolving toward a crablike form
picture this: we become crustaceans
walking on the ocean floor
how you can-a live your whole life as a fleshy primate?
dishes and employment and the changing of the climate
reading of the politics & economic crime rate
why not give your evolutionary nature a new try, mate?
to be a crab king you have to know how to crab
scuttle in the ocean, scuttle on the land
shell across your back and pincer for your hand
and once you turn crab you'll never turn back
but she caught me carcinizing (become a crab)
she saw me molting by the dresser (become a crab)
she said it wasn't so surprising (become a crab)
it's even in the fossil record! (become a crab)
she saw me scuttle through the office (become a crab)
heard I pinched a couple bosses (become a crab)
they terminated my employment (become a crab)
but now I'm living in the ocean (become a crab)
Didnt TS Eliot write a poem about that?