A floating fish is eating my head
You don’t believe me
You say? Ask Fred;
He’d tell you of the one, two, three
Floating fish munching my skin
Giggling, screeching, stabbing
My mind with their fins…
What! You don’t see seeping
Of my brain dripping into
Their eager mouths that eat
My last thoughts feeding who….
Wait, I forgot, isn’t it neat?
Fine! Go away!
And take your floating fish with you!
