Bottom Feeder

You were not looking at me*

I was handsome in all the wrong places

Lost like an unknown island

In a sea of bewildering faces

You couldn't wait for both hands on the sore

Straight down my throat with no violence

Now everything's restored to silence

Big talkin' photographers

Make their way with your command

Everyone's loving your pictures

The world, the way you demand

But then they will go

(?) a show

And the sun's erupted with violence

Now everything returns to silence

I will not listen to you

My ears are just clams in a wave

Hiding at the bottom of the ocean

Where they hear not a word that you say

Bottom feeder, plenty of food

Far from the noise and the violence

Now everything returns to silence