Do crabs dream of puppy dogs?

Nice to meet you,
I’m a crab.
I scurry along the beach.
I don’t know to where.
But, off I go.
Sorry if I pinch you.
Don’t get too close, now.
I’m really quite sensitive, you know.
But after-all, I don’t want to be hurt.

The waves are too close.
In and out.
Back and forth.
But, isn’t that what it always is?
A big fucking rollercoaster?
But, I don’t rightly know, now do I?
I’m just a crab.
I don’t know what a rollercoaster is, nor the usage of "fuck".
All I know, is that these waves are coming really fast now.

This wild sea may sweep me away at any moment.
I’ll try not to lose my head, this time.
I could be safe and sound, with my legs in the ground.
What I’m trying to say is –
It could be good.
Real good.
Or, it could be bad.
Real bad.

A wave just hit me just then, but, I’m still standing.
Although, I don’t have much faith anymore.
It soon will pass,
it always does.
And then I go back to doing what I do best –
Just surviving.

But…

Then, I open my eyes.
I awake from the dream of the serene beach.
I just realized something-
turns out, I’m not a crab at all.
I’m just a loyal, trusting puppy dog,
and it’s time for my lunch.

(Okay, so I didn't use any fancy vocabulary, or really any style at all. But, I really like this one. A lot. For many reasons. :) )

<3Dil.