Lobster Bile

I was afraid. The morsel of fear laid upon my finger It laughed at my dismay It was quick. Leaping from my hand To my carnivorous cave It reminded me of home. My moms warm garlic mashed potatoes Dancing around Swirling with such soothing grace It was peaceful, calming It tasted like a buttery roll A divine gift from the gods Which fell gracefully upon my tongue It timorously tumbled down my throat Feebly and weak I conquered it. Then it sank its sharp fangs into my gullet Causing my nostrils to flair And my eyes to water Its taste was deceiving Mimicking its appearance It was evil. It thrashed around and slowly finished sliding down my throat But it was gone. I rejoiced over the demise of my foe. I conquered the unconquerable.