Cod
We're like accountants -
essential to prevent
the collapse of civilisation.
Ignore the grayscale skin
stolen from the Atlantic sky
or our lemming-like mating
ritual. There's excitement
in the predictable. One taste
and you're hooked. We'll always
be your unpaid butler, reliable
as butter, as rain, as tarmac.
Sizzling like hot tarmac in the pan,
watch how we can absorb anything
into our flaking cliffs of flesh.
We're not really fish, you see, but horses.
Look how we'll drag you behind us
in dreams, while you beg us to stop
prattling on about the book value
of your precious little life, how
meaningless the profit and loss
of every daily action might be. |
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