Pure ‘N Salty

Baby shrimp float to the surface
Wondering when their time will come
But they have the souls of soul-crushers
Agony is theirs alone to bear

It’s true
The sea is cleansing them
Infusing them with salt
Butter perfects these creatures
Drenching them in cholesterol laden pleasure
So good, you can’t stop

At the lobster barrel, a gullet receives oily bliss
Then someone clutches his heart
A man who controls other men
Their individual fates aren’t necessarily sealed
Even though a sea separates them

All hail the Pure ‘N Salty



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