Sharks in puddles

Run it till it's gone,

Enough is just too far,

The iron is so thick,

I'm shackled at this bar.

We're just sharks in a puddle,

Dangerous but weak,

The water is a vehicle,

It's coldest at the peak.

As the puddles dry,

They'll laugh at our struggle,

Beautiful and bizarre,

Evaporates so subtle.

A hundred-dollar bill,

Will buy you through heavens door,

Unlike all of this pocket change,

But a nickel weighs so much more.

Gradual suffocation,

As the water keeps so still,

Goldfish in an ocean,

Sharks with drying gills.

One day it won't be,

An umbrella in the gun,

The sharks will leave their puddles,

And the goldfish all will run.