By the Sea

I was at sea when you rocked the boat;
When you made the waves, I knew it was fishy;
Landing me in uncharted waters, like a fish out of water;
Pushed between the Devil and Deep Blue Sea.

I had a choice, swim against or with the tide.

I know, it was just the tip of the iceberg and will need a sea change.

Still, I won’t be a shrimp. Since I was fresh of the boat;
Because the world is my oyster;
I won’t budge until the coast is clear.

For, I am Stone Fish, don’t mess with me.