The Fisherman's Ordeal

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Submitted: November 19, 2011

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A silver tongue has been slain

 

Although one knows not of

The whereabouts of its remains

An ignorant old fisherman

 

 

Frequently fishes in the deep end

 

 

With the grandeur ounce of hope

 

In discovering intellectual enrichment

How I pity the poor fool, for I too know

That this valuable item shall never see

Even an inch of this man's flesh

 

Devastated the fisherman flees home

Aggression rising in his bones

Indifferent to the illumination

That his beguiling ways have painted

More than likely to this

He shall become better acquainted

 

It is blatantly clear that

A stranger indeed cannot

Grant his touch to

A distinguished artifact

And attempt to pass it off

As his own

 

However originality has drowned

Within a plethora of quicksand

As a result of a callous heart

Eclipsed by layers of ice

This cycle must be mutilated

It shall no longer suffice

 

 

 

 


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