Sharks

There are sharks in this damn water
But I’m the striped tiger, beyond king.
Fuck with me and I’ll drown you
And your progeny’s coming progeny.

Perhaps I’m nothing more than drunk,
Ten feet tall, bullet proof, pissed off
Don’t know exactly why, but then — hey
I don’t think I need a reason, do I now.

Maybe it’s a lack of family, friends,
A lack of social grace or company.
Perhaps I need to get laid real hard,
But what can’t get up, can’t get out.

The usual suspects are all lined up,
Ready to have the shit-crap slapped
From their stupid-assed mug-faces,
But my mug – it stands alone — empty.

So swim at me sharks, come for a bite
But be warned I bite the fuck back, so
Give me another two-fingers of whiskey
Let me wash it down with blood n’ beer.