Why sell your wrinkled stripes, Nautilus Skin?
Sad be the Ending of the Creature you housed
This tender whelk, such organism thin
Spawn at least to have its Settlement browsed
I meant by eggs, its Kind perpetuate
Other than prickled-out for Ornament
Would honour the Mother by consecrate
And encase her Name on a Firmament
Yet, Economy calls. And Buyers paid
The un-just Sacrifice for Profits pleased
Taking my Moments. And avoid the Raid
Wishing this Drug of Compulsories ceased.
I placed you back. Withdraw to your display
And pray the next Victim would pawn her Day.