"Lost at Sea With a Cooler Full of Blackmarket Human Organs” (Version 2)
Amit kicked and punched to get off the sinking ship As it sunk into the ocean, ending quickly his trip He grabbed his cooler full of organs that he smuggled aboard And floated off all alone, the drowning people ignored.
If he can’t sell these organs, he’ll be totally broke He’d have to live homeless on the street, his life a cruel joke. It’s been several days, and there’s been no sign of land But if a ship comes to his rescue, would they understand?
Because if he’s not found soon, he’ll die lost at sea And that wouldn’t be fun (most indubitably) But if caught with the organs, he’ll be arrested right away So is it even worth it to live another day?
At the very least, he’ll get yelled at a lot. And being yelled at is the worst, so he’d rather not. He racks his brain for schemes to avoid getting caught But each scenario ends with him arrested, and eventually being shot.
He just wants to sell these organs that he rightfully stole It’s been his dream since childhood; his one lifelong goal! Just had to find an unscrupulous rich man who needs a new heart It should have been so easy, but it’s gone wrong from the start.
Now it’s either death and/or jail, and both seem like a curse And no matter how much he dwells, he can’t decide which is worse.