Bad Oyster
Charismatic
Handsome
Intelligent
The world was
His oyster
Plucking pearls
He happened across
Basking in their
Luminescence
Until he grew
Bored
Then back into
The sea
From whence
They came
Neurotoxic poisoning
Traces left
Everywhere
Not because they
Sprang
From within a
Bad oyster
But simply from
Being
Touched by
Him
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