Lido Irks

Alright, I get it-
you can swim

I'm not here to race,
yes, red face, I can

see you - breast stroke,
front crawling

your way
up the pool

in your too tight
garishly bright speedo

attitude, goggle
bobbing in the chlorine

thinking you've got
a tail for toes;

maniac fish,
go flip in the fast lane,

ask the lifeguard
to raise you a hoop,

splash around someone
who cares.