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The Tuna Chronicles by Jake Winkler, 16, Platteville, Wisconsin How gracefully the tuna swims Gliding smoothly through the crystal water With its shiny silver fins Sadly awaiting its slaughter. Swim away tuna! Swim away You can surely escape. Just leave! Hide in the bay. You don't want to be eaten like a grape! Do you wish to be mixed with Miracle Whip? Or put into a hot dish Or be made into a tasty cracker dip? That is no fat for such a glorious fish. Then why tuna—why swim into the net? The net spells a certain DEATH. You're money for a man who drives a Corvette. Fight tuna! Fight to have a dignified last breath. The shark has sharp teeth to protect. You are quick and fast Surely you can find a way to object. Make the tuna come in first, and the human in last. What happened to your dignity old friend? You cost but three dollars at Subway. I thought you would last until the end. I thought we would be together in peace someday. You were ground into chuck light Your family left to fend for one another And that just isn't right. Your wife will end up with your brother. Why tuna? Why? You chose your own fate. You could have left when things started to go awry. We shall meet again, friend, at heaven's pearly gates. |