i saw a old man dialing a catfish
he has a car battery on his backpack
connected to a long rod and net scoop
it has this beeping sound; zapping fish
they just belly up and ready for picking
he could have enough fries for evening
i saw small ones float and wash away
some recover, some drown to eternity
i stayed away i'm scared of electricity
i remember feelings of being tasered
you become stiff and it does really hurts
i couldn't ask fish but i saw what it does
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