cool fishing son

soak it up and spit it out
such´s the sea coughs onto the shore
nifty gritty one you won´t be shun
the god of blood ´s a thirsty one

who promises n´then steals your bliss
a capricious god he is
rub your back and stretch your neck
clear-cut your neck soon over deck

never-tired one sometimes wearisome
hell is to raze and stop your play
is to dematerialize in a poppie-red sun
is to wish to save all the things you´d wish to save

mango banana garlic have some
fish fishy fishsome last dish n´then
clamor for more till the violent sea brings
what the seaviolence brings.