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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Literate Literature
PoetryThis will be a collection of poems and short stories that I have written in the past.