Take a wild soul
from the ocean
one with a strong sexual notion
sling him in a concrete pool
with nothing there
but a concrete wall
stale old water
no plants no fish
no gals to look at
and not even wish
no affection
none at all
no one to hold
just touch their wall
what does he do
he gets bored all day
and out of his mind
wants to get a way
from Sea Worlds clutches
these human sods
who imprison him
and think they’re gods
it is no fun for this poor soul
of course he feels out of control
let him go
set him free
he wants his dose of liberty
to feel the love of wild one who
he meets and falls in love with few
will care for him
its natural he
wants to go back to the sea
valium!
oh god that’s clear
Sea World thinks he should play ball
which proves they know nothing at all