The world is my oyster…
Really?
A mockery, maybe,
Shuck some and see,
If they light the way
To a Lamborghini,
Or high-end brandy,
Or sun at day’s end piercing the sea,
Or intimacy.
Can all the world’s pleasures…
The car, the drink, the beauty, the sin,
Be within,
Its tight-lipped grin?
Truly, nothing’s less choicier
Than an oyster,
That won’t bring fortune,
Or the world to your feet.
And you’d sooner starve,
Than an oyster eat.