Fish Story. A poem.

Vague and inconsistent
Your story grows in the telling
Like all good fish stories do
We’re left fishing for the truth
Amongst seaweed, old cans and bitter fruit
Do we get a bite or is it more wasted time
Until we’re ready to give up the cause as lost
And at what cost?
Only you can know why you say what you do
All circuitous circumlocution
Next fishing expedition may be more productive

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