In the dark a tunnel rages
pressure builds in several stages.
Compelled release of endless trash
received in glory with a splash.
Cyclone spinning ever tighter
enveloping a tiny fighter.
He cannot let it end like this
sucked into the dark abyss.
Endlessly he wills and fights,
swimming harder toward the lights.
Stopped as quickly as he started
courage turned to broken-hearted.
The strong desire to enter water
nearly led him to his slaughter.
Since this tragedy occurred
he's now a lonely floating turd.
