the fisherman who couldn't hold his rod
sure had guessed a while ago that he must fix his
god damn canne-à-pêche in order to catch
some pretty new hands he
seen waving at his face
already a billion
times just underneath
the thin ice layer covering the
only blue lake where he spent
several lives (99 precisely)
trying to overcome
this frightful maneuver that consist of
realizing he never ever had proper
hands in the
first place,
just for himself to
hold his tool properly.

..cut your both hands up, one after another,
with the help of both of yours -
wrap it up together nicely in a big handkerchief
who can fits two hands
full of fingers full of nails,
do make a nice little
knot and find a jolly box to
seal the deal for good and go,
go offer your present to
the fisherman and let it be,
maybe he will try to be
smart and open it with his
god damn mouth full of teeth,
but just think about him seeing the box
dropping to the floor, slowly gliding towards
the frozen blue lake without
any ways to catch-up
his sketchy mistake that
he is
forgetting daily, forgetting
again, that he has no hands
to hold anything...

...would you push the fisherman into the blue lake for fuck sake ?

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he needs some new hands
to hold his rod to catch new hands,
aren't you listening ? ? ?
don't give him a fucking
quadruple wrapped box he could never open

oh, and there goes your hands.

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