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Poor Fishy... (***Filler***)
poor fishy
had to die
because of me
poor fishy
didn’t get to end of stream
didn’t get to finish up the dream
no more time for your swishy swishy
you feed the slime of my squishy squishy
poor fishy
had to die
because of me.
had to die
because of me
poor fishy
didn’t get to end of stream
didn’t get to finish up the dream
no more time for your swishy swishy
you feed the slime of my squishy squishy
poor fishy
had to die
because of me.
Published 28th May 2014
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28th May 2014 10:19pm
This shall be the last poem posted from the Port Hopeless era! (except for a few song lyrics to be posted later on)
It is, in its' vulgar simplicity, my favourite poem from that time. A small salmon-spawning river ran up alongside near my apartment building back then. One day I got a fisherman to snare me one of the slimy old bastards making his way up to the happy mud ponds of material deliverance.
Frickin thing tasted like dirt and radiation, but I gulped most of it down over the winter, and left the remainder, bones and entrails to the seagulls and crows.
It's all part of my ecological morality - you have to be mindful of your caloric intakes - not to gain too much off of Nature for the unhindered propulsions of your unnatural recreational activities, bringing further ruin unto the Earth. Perhaps I will reveal these essays of mine, and hopefully you won't have to read them...
It is, in its' vulgar simplicity, my favourite poem from that time. A small salmon-spawning river ran up alongside near my apartment building back then. One day I got a fisherman to snare me one of the slimy old bastards making his way up to the happy mud ponds of material deliverance.
Frickin thing tasted like dirt and radiation, but I gulped most of it down over the winter, and left the remainder, bones and entrails to the seagulls and crows.
It's all part of my ecological morality - you have to be mindful of your caloric intakes - not to gain too much off of Nature for the unhindered propulsions of your unnatural recreational activities, bringing further ruin unto the Earth. Perhaps I will reveal these essays of mine, and hopefully you won't have to read them...
30th May 2014 4:22pm
Well, I suppose I ought not to bad mouth the meat in my freezer and frying pan... Perhaps the salmon was an esteemed gentle nobleman among his kin. And he was a glorious form of life. I gave the proper prayers and respects at the time...
It's just that a large old fish who has been around a few rounds in a heavily polluted freshwater lake with a uranium enrichment facility nearby just doesn't taste good!
As for talk of posting essays, I rescind my earlier comments. There will be no such thing! There can be nothing more worse and over-done than angry young men posting their dreary manifestos about conceptual socio-economic utopias on the internet...
It's just that a large old fish who has been around a few rounds in a heavily polluted freshwater lake with a uranium enrichment facility nearby just doesn't taste good!
As for talk of posting essays, I rescind my earlier comments. There will be no such thing! There can be nothing more worse and over-done than angry young men posting their dreary manifestos about conceptual socio-economic utopias on the internet...
