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Fisherman's Handicap
These slippery things
With their eyes to the side
They know of my pride
And just where to set the hook
Rusted it was, jagged and true
Perfect set to pierce all the blue
And they hit and they strike
Only at the tail and never for a bite
The fairness that's played
It's never quite right
I'm out here daily, sun to dawn
My fish handy luck yet to come along
All I got in a plank of wood
With an ass to take a little space
It's simply a race with the day
And by the time I fall
All I've got is a Fisherman's Handicap,
And an empty place on the wall.
