Fish Sticks



You know that guy
With the dead look in his eyes?
You've known him forever but
He never crosses your mind.


When, finally, you see him
After weeks, or months, or years
That creepy feeling seeps back
Down your spine, a sort of chill


He's back, but you're not quite sure if you like it
He'll grin, but you're not quite sure if it's fake
He'll tell you something, but you're not quite sure you heard it


Before long you're only feeling like
This guy's better off dead, and when
He finally goes
You breathe a sigh of relief and forget he was ever there


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