Have you ever woke up naked next to a fish?
When you first met with it, what was your wish?
Did you bring it home to make the night’s dish?
What happened at night that your clothes you now miss?
In your missing memories, did you obtain bliss?
Or was it a mess that made a great squish?
Were others there present to steal a cod kiss?
Or were you alone naked next to a fish?
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When I woke up this morning I chose to identify as a fish (gender #132/DSM5 ). I find your poem ichthyophobic, and exploitive. Too often white people see fish as objects, and mistake their inability to speak as consent. I hate you, I hate this country and I especially hate that fish hating, Stormy rogering bastard TRUMP.
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