In the company of fish

Posted by admin on May 16th, 2008 filed in The New Illiterati

I can smell your haddock from here
whereas in Rome my centurians
lie baking clad in black sunglasses
stripping to the seducting sounds of
Eurotrash Made (in) the U.S.A
if and when you tic-tac-toe,
and we feel as though you should
be reminding him of someone close by.

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