Chum

I was shark chum
In a piranha tank
Feast strong
Upon me boys
If this is the worst I get
I’ll take it every day
Words are air when spoken
But even, warm sharper with intent
My mind is keen
though Filtered
I have an arsenal vocabulary
But proliferation breeds volume
Not understanding.
Please don’t let me be a martyr in my own mind
But just turn the other cheek
Someday this will work
I won’t just be a punchline or sidekick
Until then I’ll be chum
Let the hungry fish feast
There’s plenty to go around