The Tuna People
Written By: Ash Catcher
*I am listening to Mr. Scruff Ninja Tuna ( that weird song that magically downloaded itself all on our iPods back in 2010 without explanation)
Tuna People, choice cuts of market price eats.
An elusive exclusive school of fish, all the other sea creatures dying for the deets.
The SeaWeed Barnacle Reads: Third Party Tuna Commits Grand Larceny.
Using people like their own personal pharmacy.
Always together, a close little knit kin.
Hard to backstab others, when all you have is fins.
When family is supposedly forever, but you're craving for something more.
A fish with very little morals, and hella delusions of grandeur.
Something is lurking in the basins where we are kept.
Implant chipped, and tagged, I feel something in the back of my neck.
A feeling, that I am not quote sure, but something is fucking fishy.
Some weird shit is a foot, keep spending too much money on sushi lately, turning into a total Ritchie.
Golden eyes are encrusted with salt.
PPP, information organized meticulously, all bought.
Not sure who you people think you are, you work for a corporate candy bar.
Been wondering this for years, why am I terrified of white cars.
This school of tuna seems like a self deprecating trap.
Not trying to abuse my body anymore, dude I just need a nap.
But these fins seem to be crossed behind your back.
If I had quit drinking that poison sooner, maybe I would still be driving Jack.
But Tuna, Tuna, Tuna dammit don't you taste all too familiar.
Filled with harmful chemicals, pure mercury, and silver.
You come off unassuming, and good for you.
This whole thing is a lot for someone to chew.
* PPP: People Pleasing Pieces