Finless Guppy

. .  Fins to the left      
Fins to the right      
And you're the only bait      
in town      
     
I'm sorry      
did Love disappoint ya      
by savin' the day      
prov'n itself ah real    
four lettah word    
       
You, kicked back      
in ya pretty little costume(s)    
includin' ya friends  
pretendin' ta be someone      
ya not while jabbin'      
at the real poets      
with ya comments      
try'n ta reek havoc      
     
I'm sorry      
was ya appetite      
whet'd by smellin' tha blood      
o' they'ah potential Death      
so you could gloat      
     
Did ya fix ya a fruity      
little drink ta sip on      
while watc'n tha show      
     
I'm sorry      
ah ya a bit embah'rased      
tha't Karma came      
'round to those Fools      
in Love ty'n 'em      
even closah      
than they wuz?      
     
I'm sorry      
ya live through      
the mis'ry uh othahs      
ya jus can't seem ta git      
tha uppah hand on      
     
'cause immitation      
can nevah trump real      
and Truth be known      
( 'cause it always is )      
     
you're the only finless      
bait in tha tank  
ya been a'musin'ly  
swimmin' circles in  
despite tha costume(s)  
ya been a wear'n      
     
Ah do like 'em though    
they hide tha yella-belly'd      
guppy ya ah  
 
Bless ya Haht