22and one half feet of muscle flesh and bone
In a tank so tiny and he is all alone
For the last 6 years since trainer Dawn was killed
This is where he stays
Splashing people if he is lucky
In his own malaise
Its torture right and simple
Its cursedness and gall
And all the worst intentions
With just no love at all
A malignancy thats Sea World
Sadists that their role
Hard boiled and hard bitten
And all without a soul
And its all about their profit
The corporation speak
Pathological liars
The stress that they do wreak
On cetaceans in their prisons
Its just too much to bear
Why don’t they just run theme parks
Why arn’t they more aware