Fish-skinned

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This is a poem that has had minor changes made to it four times but I will only be releasing the end product formally known as "Fish-skinned 3". 

Fish-Skinned

They tell me to aim higher

But who will umpire

When I shoot an open fire

Through the live wire

Onto a black friar

I still don't know a buyer

Of their bad desire

So how can we acquire

A big amplifier

To block out all their conspire

We see the flyer

That they put up to enquire

The town crier

Because she's the occupier

Of all our entire

Suddenly I wish

That I were a fish

With me one limbed

Maybe we could be fish-skinned

Tsim, age 14-15

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