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Fish to Chips
Once I bought a fresh fish alive
So fresh that it splashed non-stop
When I scaled it, it took much flip-flop
Two hours out of water, it played dive
Taken to liquor, it refused to be sedated
Popping the pot top open, it escaped
As I cut its head off with a chopping knife
Its tail still jerked and jumped, still in life
When I finally got it done and finished
My appetite for fresh fish gone perished
Ready made chips provide same nourishment
I don’t have to execute capital punishment
But inside me there is the quilty shame
Someone else cut and cook all the same
Tho I do not kill
I pass the bill