Shark & Dino

Yum, I declare! But some call it plastic.

In time they'll regret doing that.

Like I'd know, in fact, there's no tomorrow

for supply and gelatin snacks.

Grandma keeps some in the jar.

I swallow bags at a time--

crinkling, crackle and pour,

then chomp into mush and rind.

High fructose corn syrup

sits in my belly,

still,

never tossed up--

heavy like river rocks,

old like fossils,

though discontinued,

blossoms.

You are what you eat,

I am the shark

They say it's awesome

to be

I, shark, forever,

to me,

still sitting plastic in belly.