sellfish

make living 
for shelfs 
the books hold 
while the world demands 
a soul for a soul 

perfection etching 
mirror fight 
what you see 
is what i bet 

fading lucid 
lit to burn 
we went to the market 
to piggy earn 

played the same 
busking sun 
paying riper 
than over fun 

who did kill 
the living fish 
most did say 
it's not my dish 

fits not fair 
but still we play 
shit ate stare 
breaking hay 

sleepy ayes 
yes we don't 
working cries 
so lazy won't

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