Throwing Fish

working on the dock is such a bitch

smelling like fish everyday

waking up with scales stuck in your finger tips

i miss the days of playing tag football and falling in the mud

the first time i broke my collar bone was easier than this is now

yesterday the boss yelled at me for laying around

i didn't know what to do with nobody throwing fish at me

so i found a cardboard box that had been thrown to the side and layed upon that for just awhile

later i was told this box was meant to ship a large order of lobster to some snobby hotel

fuck em!

my nap was awesome

the release that i used to separate my self from the love that had separated from me

smelling fish emulsion and guts all day long

so much of a relief compared to wafting her lies

then some days, i just realize that all i want is to sit in the stench,

to absorb the horrid stink

i want the world to tell me no

but i want to scream yes

this job is no good for me

im going to jump off this bridge and join the fishes!