catfish

Go on, take the bait
only a coward refuses an offer
how else can you nourish the world?
hook line surrender
take the worm before it takes you
why wait?
she'll cook, he'll clean and the kids will complain
pass the salt
compost the rest
think of the starving Africans
always starving
hello worm...it's your turn...
we all have a hook...
a re-turn
a tune we hum
THAT line...
you remember...
irresistable - inevitable
it's the same thing
i wish i was a catfish...
free finning the blue
hooked and cooked
up fresh for you.



�2007 by Joshua O'Donnell

Catfish


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