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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
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Author:
arobot (
Offline) - Published: May 21st, 2020 12:33
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Comments1
I used to go fishing many years ago and went trout fishing. When I caught and ate the fish it was wonderful.
Recently I went trout fishing again with a friend, I did not catch any that day but about a week later the thought came to me that if I had caught a trout I would not have been able to kill it. I will not go fishing again.
about to go vegetarian?
Oh no, I am a definite omnivore.
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