James Clive

Rookie (14 2 81 / North Wales)

No Fish - Poem by James Clive

You phoned me from a mental institution
I was in Caernarfon
The smell of fish makes me vomit
You assaulted my ears
With your complaints
Not enough padding in your cell
Plastic knives and forks
No fish for supper
(you may intentionally choke on the bones)
I put the phone down


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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 2, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 26, 2011


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