Did I utter the word kill?
Did the fish feel it in its gill?
Its sly silence and its shrill?
Believe me, it has a very fickle will?
I don’t live in romances of brittle love
There is little that I ask from above
When the fish was born it was just pure con!
It’s mouth is bite not just yawn!
You think I should condone that fish?
Poisson, I’ll make you rue your every illegitimate wish!
Could you have its crimes against me have me laughing in a stitch
Because I know it can’t have sex, and it’s mouth is a ditch
So how did fish create two-legged sapiens man?
How did it spout this creation wan?
Deep sea is no God, and its alleged heaven is a thieves’ span?
Ask the Church why it picked Leo now, if not to escape my ban!
And where do you think Saint Paul ran?
A thief could have claws and yet, pretend he has bloody fangs!
It doesn’t stop him from ending his treachery from whence it began
The Fish likes to grab from every hand; even from powerful Uncle Sam!
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