Kiss, kiss, the walking fish!: A poem

Kiss! Kiss! 

The walking fish 

You don’t need a walking stick 

Nor that awful prick! 

Brick by brick 

His futile trick 

is ill-fated sick 

No flame on his candlestick 

Paul, do you want to have a ball 

like when you abandoned Sol 

Do you have the gall to call 

the writing on the wall 

Does your pee 

flood the sea? 

Your belly mass 

doesn’t fit the arse 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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