You will choose your body as bait, in hopes that of course some delectable little fish will bite. Keep in mind the ocean's drought. When food is scarce enough, sharks come out to play. Such is this town, such is this town. I am pretty plankton and only one of thousands. Between my legs, across the sheets, where you can't quite see, are clumpy little pearls in a hopeful Freudian undulating carnival. They smear makeup across their mouths and prepare to be mothers and wonder where their dicks went. Remember we are human with an economy. Sharks don't care about pearls, only little girl planktons playing dress-up, puffing out their breasty chests. I wait with my bait, I wait with my bait.