The Fisher Queen - Poem by Max Gatrell
I confess my life's a mess,
Because I'm on your hook,
The best alas I can expect,
Is the slightest look.
Like an inert jumping bean,
Im unfit for the purpose,
I know you're the Fisher Queen,
And I am only surplace.
The Fisher Queen that's right my dear,
Atlast I've sussed your game,
All this time you've been so mean,
Now I can do the same.
A fleeting brush should be enough,
Is that what you believe?
Pity with your finger tips,
A touch too much deceives.
Your beauty used to nourish me,
I viewed you as divine,
But it was not my destiny,
To dangle on your line.
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