a man walked up to me, covered in brine
he smelled like a fish and sang auld lang syne
when he was finished he spit and he swore
this man from the ocean, not rich and not poor
i asked him if weathermen had messed with his head
if storm fronts and fog banks had left him for dead
he rolled in newspaper and pretended to sleep
his eyes became black and he whined like a creep
i asked him, respectfully, why do clouds burn
and why do the seagulls take all the terns
he opened his mouth and disgorged a hook
"if you want the answers then please buy my book"
a man walked up to me, covered in brine
he smelled like a fish and sang auld lang syne
when he was finished he spit and he swore
this man from the ocean, not rich and not poor
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