Red Fish, Dead Fish!

another funny poem

One fish,
Two fish,
Red fish,
Dead fish!

Oh, so many dead fish I see,
All poisoned by the factory!
Poisoned water, poisoned air,
Poison here, poison there,
Poison, poison everywhere!

The factory spews out its slurry and sludge,
Smoke, dust, and walsply who-gludge.
They make so many zinger zaroos and wilpety willbows,
And I hear they even make ten-inch d****s!

Birds and fish must die every day,
So you can have bats in gunmetal grey,
TVs, Frisbees, and big balloons,
And merchandise made for your kids’ cartoons.

It's normal and sound, but pollutes all around!
Why can't it leave town, or just burn to the ground?
Why can't we just shut the whole factory down?

'Cause it gives jobs!
Jobs for slobs!
It gives jobs to jobless slobs!

People need money! People need cash!
For food, shelter, and bowls of Who Hash!
They want TVs, balloons, and Frisbees to throw
And where would you be without your ten-inch d***o?

Where would you be without your carpets and rugs,
Zappers for bugs, and all of your drugs?

Would you rather be Amish, so simple and square?
Farm grazing, barn-raising, without any care?
You don't want a sustainable society.
Not when consumerism loves all of you
And me, and he, and she, and the chimpanzee
All agree that we are an evolved and free society.

Stories and songs aren't enough anymore!
We want computers, cable, and stuff from the store!
Who wants to make candles with Nana and Pops,
When we could go to the mall and shop till we drop,
Eat slops, drink pops, pay taxes for cops,
Drink beer made from hops,
And never, ever grow crops!

We can ride our zinger zaroos to where the hookers hang out,
Or just load up on junk food and laze all about.
So what if the air is starting to grow hair,
If plants can't grow there, or if fish become rare?

We need cosmetics, prosthetics, and a kinetic controller,
And some lotion, 'cause pollution can make you look older.
So if death is the price, I say: "Let it be!"

At least you and me
Can be free, you see,
In a progressively
Modern
Society.

Author's Note

ignore spelling.

Reviews

[Quill up a gay ape's bu..]

This poem makes me slap my own flea-ridden head with delight and applaud mindlessly, aping human appreciation. You deserve to have your banana bunches checked for spiders. I want to jump on your table screaming insanely and throwing the fruit bowl across the room in praise. I wanna show the world what humanity really is. Just like this poem. Far out!!! My toothy mad grin got wider and for longer from reading this. Hooray for hairy primates and childish gesticulations. I am proud to be an ape. No longer shall I ape humans - I will teach humans to ape apes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!