DANIO RERIO
- Paul
- May 5
- 1 min read
Updated: May 23
there are so many fishermen on the sea
some eat at the dining table with me
everyone's hand was on my plate
roaming eyes, singing fate
talking about how many fish they've caught
but their fingers are on my foot
telling about big sharks they've fought
yet all they want is to taste my food
nets are everywhere
these crazy fishermen
talking as if they care
thinking their life is uneven
no matter what it took
I've never touched their hook
relatives are fishermen on the watch
but I'm the fish they will never catch
nice!