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                     I am a lobster.

  

    I am here in a tank.  My life is suddenly a big blank.

    I am no longer in the ocean. there is a lot of commotion.

    Other lobsters, there are lots.

    I can see that for some, some have the hots.



       I am a lobster.  



On top of each other we are piled.

  On top of each other we are stacked.  

  I feel really locked in.  I feel really blocked in.

  Sometimes, I get whacked.

  Who my neighbors are, I do not have a clue.

   There is nothing to do.

  It is an environment wild.  Yep, it is not mild.

  

                 I am a lobster.



   All my friends are gone away.

   Yep, a long night until the dawn and the day.

   All my friends are going.  I hate the idea of where they are going, me, you see, not knowing.

   Alone, I am, to fend.

   My frieds, for somebody else they are a meal.

   This is worse than losing on let's make a deal.

   I just want this to end.

   When is this going to end?

          

       I am a lobster.

    

   I am in a pot with water hot.  No, I do not like this a lot.

   This game is not hot.

   I am about to be broiled or boiled.  

   No, this treatment is not royal.

   It makes me want to shout, and thrash all about.

   I am going to be somebody's dinner.  No, this game is not

   a winner.

   Against this, I cannot defend.  Happy is not this end.

          Oh, I am a lobster.

             Yeah, I am a lobster.