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atheism, Catholicism, fishing, God, Peter, Plymouth Rock, propaganda, Religion
Upon these rocks,
The fishing here
is great for the laid back.
The fish are slow,
lethargic and overly prone
to swim in concentric
circles.
Throw in the naked line
and draw it slowly in.
The most quick minded then
will feed upon the shine
of swearing, vain, divine.
The fishing here
is great for the laid back.
The fish are slow,
lethargic and overly prone
to swim in concentric
circles.
Throw in a baited line,
skip ‘cross the water’s rim.
Then the dullest of them
will leap out to the feat
of the catch and release,
The repeat and repeat.
The fishing here
is great for the laid back.
The fish are slow,
lethargic and overly prone
to swim in concentric
circles.
The heirs of fishermen have come
for this, the game most dangerw
to lure a new generation
with the rod and line imperious.
The fishing here
is great for the laid back.
The fish are slow,
lethargic and overly prone
to swim in concentric
circles.
“Is that a sly old cat,
Which grasps away by fin?
We just can’t have that!
This pond is to swim in,
the only one at that!
Hang that one
out to rot
in the sun.
Just three days, I think,
before that godly stink.”
The fishing here
is great for the laid back.
The fish are slow,
lethargic and overly prone
to swim in concentric
circles.