The White Shark in the Green Felt Ocean

Allow me to introduce myself,
while you grab the quarters off of the shelf.
Im the white shark in the green felt ocean,
pushing some wood which shows my emotions.
Swimming in a square designed to perfection.
I may be quiet, but it is part of my deception.
As objects that were once there fall from sight,
into a shallow hole in the corner holding them tight.
A dance is being performed which is lead by control,
by a sphere of my color bearing my soul.
And you might stand there wondering why me?,
but you jumped in the water for a very small fee.
With no life jacket to keep you afloat,
you can take a look around but theres no sign of hope.
So before its thee end and I extend my fin,
I shouldve told you earlier there was no chance to win.
But where would the fun be in all of that,
because its the challenge we live for, a proven fact.
Now that Ive devoured you my eyes have rolled back.
Its time for my next meal to step up and rack.

by: Nicholas Angelo © 2006