Don’t drag me
through the mud
I don’t feed off
filth
I only bite
your wriggling worms
Wear your waders or
I’ll draw blood
You can try trolling
but your boat motor
leaks poison
into my tide
If your hook catches my gills,
release me
I’d rather die free
than in your ice-box
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Author:
Berniece (
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- Category: Nature
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Comments2
Superb
Bait is not what anyone wants to be. A great metaphor in regard to a relationship. Well written
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