Revised sonnet #526
The karma coming back as robber crab
Untipped the taxi drivers sure short shrift
Id slumped upon the seat a seismic rift
Tail bone I bruised inside its buttock flab
The crazy yellow ants too small to grab
I bury deep in dirt the pincers slice and sift
The coconuts I roll too hard to lift
I crack their sprout knots using jarring jab
I rip raw red crab quickly from a dish
I filch a hikers cutlery a fork and spoon
Theyre filthy ever stink of hunted fish
Theyre greasy halls of mirrors where I moon
All Xmas Islands walloped me at once
In calculating cash I proved the dunce
Chorus once instant moment