Fishkus from last night

Thank you to everyone who submitted a fishku last night!  Enjoy:

Life is like fishco
I fall and then I get up
Again and again

On the dance faloor
She would never fuck you, bitch
It’s time to stop it

I’m fishing for drank
Walking the mean streets of Prov
Be careful, my friends

That’s it, ladies and gents.  Want to submit a fishku next week?  Just email with your poem, and leave the rest to us.

1 Comment

  1. Barack Jr.

    I see her face, Yuck!
    I come to, Reality.
    Should I take her home?

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