My herring1 burns at both ends
It will not last the night
But oh my friends
But oh my friends
It is a fucking FISH on FIRE!2
1Originally was “barracuda”, changed to fit meter to “snapper”, finally settled on “herring”.
2Second revision added capital letters.
This poem was written in September, 2004 and was apparently inspired by an internet chat about the uses of fish oil for illumination.
*claps*
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that’s beautiful, man.
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Bongo accompaniment.
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and snaps… snaps… snaps
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I was going to criticize your poem, but that would just be carping on my part
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