Phish,Phish,Phish

How would you describe yourself to someone?

To know me is to goad me,

To find my inner secret

A future timeline of mediocrity

Or a time lapse of feet in concrete

How little I know myself

And should I try and justify

The  product on the shelf

Gazed at and surmised by a golden eye

At the end of the day

There is but one wish

To say what I’ve got to say

And ignore the phish,phish,phish.

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