The Story of My Life

I awake from nonexistence
To find myself shoulder high in a sewer
The ignorant universe chants "swim"
 
I feel my way blindy for a footing
A chip of magnetic stone barely attracts my numb toes
 
The shit starts rising
But the rock doesn't
 
I can make out a pile along a shoreline in the distance
"Turtle Food," reads the sign
 
A turtle straddles by
"I'll give you a log if you give me grub," says he
I could get to the turtle food if I had that log
"Can I get you the grub in an hour or so?" I bargain
"Sure." Says the turtle
 
The log is slippery
It spins and evades me
It carries me where I don't want to go
In circles
 
Creatures look on
"Oh, God love him..." Say some, "he's learning how to swim."
"He's so lazy he needs a floaty". Say others
"He'd better move faster before the next wave."
 
The tide drags my gyre away from the bank
 
An hour has passed
"Where's my grub?" Asks the turtle
"I don't have your grub," say I
He takes back his log
 
I feel my way blindy for a footing
A chip of rock barely magnates my numb toes
 
The shit starts rising (...)
You get the picture
 
(...)
 
One day a voice says, "See that?"
I see a floating piece of pumice
I take hold
I bind it to my chest in scraps of plastic
I start swiming to shore
 
But it isn't land
It's just an isle of shit
 
I still scam logs off scammers
There's no other way to be in a sewer
 
But one day the mountain ice will melt
And all this shit shall be gone