where I chat with victims of the mob
and twirl with mermaids in sea caves.
Then I go off to my underwater job,
of nipping at innocent swimmers’ toes.
And at night I go carousing with my fishy friends,
and we drink to forget our woes,
but we haven’t many, so the night ends
with us warbling sea shanties in rotation,
until I have to come here to liberate
Back in real life, I just come here to pee
In this make-believe commode under the sea.