Big Fish

What mini Gods who all saw fit
to redesign the grand design,
and tailor nature till it sits
in line with how we’re found inclined
on any given time or day,
both in themselves a custom play.

For why we tinker?
Custom blinkers
wrapped about our eyes and ties
our hopes to lies and dreams to flies
and bites, hook-line-and-sinker;

no better nor wetter than the common carp –
the great regretter:
“for why a hook about my lip?!
I only sought a sightly sip.
I regret! I regret!
Release and forget,
and I’ll swallow up only my natural set.”

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