(no subject)
Trout (to be read in a southern accent)
A Pitchblende Poem by Martin Isenberg
Gone fishin’
Many signs say.
Friends are out as usual,
But I’m here to stay.
They all have their fishin’ rods,
That I can’t afford.
They all have their boats
As I make one out of cardboard.
I need to eat fish more often then I do
‘Cause I’m never out fishin’
Unlike many people including you.
I would like to catch a fish every now and then,
But whenever I eat it,
It’s caught by a friend.
A fisher’s schedule is always jam packed
My fisher friends leave me at the bottom of the stack.
If I could fish,
Them fishin’ friends o’ mine would let me come along too.
But ‘cause I don’t,
I’m stuck at home eatin’
Cold chicken stew.
Today I’m right at home,
As my friends are out fishin’
I’m tired o' my house,
And the adventures I ain’t havin’
I’m tired of the walls that are slowly closin’ in on me.
But most o’ all, I’m tired of the poetry,
That never solves the problem for me.
A Pitchblende Poem by Martin Isenberg
Gone fishin’
Many signs say.
Friends are out as usual,
But I’m here to stay.
They all have their fishin’ rods,
That I can’t afford.
They all have their boats
As I make one out of cardboard.
I need to eat fish more often then I do
‘Cause I’m never out fishin’
Unlike many people including you.
I would like to catch a fish every now and then,
But whenever I eat it,
It’s caught by a friend.
A fisher’s schedule is always jam packed
My fisher friends leave me at the bottom of the stack.
If I could fish,
Them fishin’ friends o’ mine would let me come along too.
But ‘cause I don’t,
I’m stuck at home eatin’
Cold chicken stew.
Today I’m right at home,
As my friends are out fishin’
I’m tired o' my house,
And the adventures I ain’t havin’
I’m tired of the walls that are slowly closin’ in on me.
But most o’ all, I’m tired of the poetry,
That never solves the problem for me.