A Shark’s Life

Hoping everything is fine, everyone turns offline.

Ending the world with sadness, everyone was born with badness.

Lying about how hurt we are, even if we are far, far, far.

Photos of us are as sad as a dying shark, and I die because of a spark.

Sharks assault dimly in the sun, though I don't want to run.

Handling it badly, everyone smiles sadly, doing nothing but frowning madly.

After midnight, I see a strange sight, something gleaming bright.

Red blood, dripping away with the flood.

Kicking pressure away, you think, it's fine, it's okay.

Silver sharks now will shimmer, if everyone helps us glimmer.

Shining with all our power, we still are like a dying flower.

Having a bad time, I feel like a sour lime.

Icky people never listen, I just want to run like a bison.

No person cares about us, everyone thinks we’re sus.

Enjoying nothing at all, everyone doesn’t care if we sea creatures fall.

Breaking every rule, not helping poor creatures is cruel.

Rude and reckless is all they care, all we do is gasp in the air.

Oh no, help help! Please save us so we don’t yelp!