Catphisher

Catphisher catphisher
Snare me on you line
Take me for a spin on your reel
Catch me, hook line and sinker
Make me Bob and weave
On the surface of some calm swamp
Then reel me in and drop me in your bucket for and afternoon snack
Just make it quick
Cut my head off at the gills
Fry me in your pan full of butter
Slather on some tarter sause and eat me
Yea, that's right, I said eat me
Might as well, I'm just getting old and fat
 and who's gonna notice when I'm gone?
What the fuck kind of life is this anyway
Nothing to see, move along
Just another sad song that'll never be made better
One more fish in a sea of carp a dyin
Who never figured out carpadium
Lost in a dead poet's society of unknowns
Destined for the bottom of a catphishers bucket...