Fishing

Fishing

The bones
cracklin

And the
muck

Looks better
than you

Your beautiful
mind

A broken
nut

You all
done

With the
struggle
of Life

The young
far ahead

Old age
bearin
on you

Man, you
must give
up

And curl
back

Into your
cocoon

Which you
came from

Work no
more for
you

Caution: This might be all theory