I am the fish
That you people
Caught
Too young
Too naïve
Not grown
Didn’t even enjoy life
You have no mercy
You didn’t even kill me
Before you took me out of the sea
There I die
Painful
Gills bursting
Choking
No mother
No father
No siblings
No home
Out of the water
You have no mercy
You, not content
With my sufferings
Even bled me and what’s worst
You dried me
And now you’re frying me
Pleas at least give me the honor
Of being eaten with
A Heinz tomato ketchup
Give me the last honor of being consumed
With an Aryan
No vinegar please…
No garlic please…
For I would like to be with Neptune
Dignified
Wrap in a German’s blood.
Tomato, no Banana Ketchup
No banana…
No banana…
And please dessert me with bananas
Not Panutsas
meandering thoughts of an aging grade school music teacher who recently rediscovered the joys of cycling
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
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