Poetry Is Cool Sometimes, But Not This Time

dangerous waters

shark people
wear shark clothes
drive shark cars
they
circle
round+round+round+round+round+round+round
shark people
got shark jobs
live in shark zones
they
hunt
in packs
if you get cut
dont let them smell your blood

(I don't know who made it, but its boss. (©Nissa Annakindt 1990)

From:http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Delphi/4452/weird.htm

I think this may be the strangest poem I’ve ever come across, but I like it because of the fact that it lets you draw your own conclusion. I extremely dislike poems where you can tell exactly what the point is by one glance. I love to contemplate meanings. I like to be able to think about it for the rest of my life and change my interpretation. “Dangerous Waters” may be a collection of nonsense, but I figure there must a significant meaning. I suppose the author of the poem must be writing about us, humanity. Where they talk about wearing shark cloths, driving cars, ect, they were talking about human nature. Hunting in packs and smelling blood. We are sharks.

O.K. bye.