Finishing School Teach a man to fish And he will eat, Will stuff his face Like baked flounder, Full to bursting There are so many fish Teach a fish to man, To sprout stump legs To slither-crawl Suck air To hop-stand-run To sprout hair Thumbs To hunt, wage war To fish! And he will consume the planet. His scales will fall like coins, The cost of transformation But the scales will never fall from his eyes, And he will never again feel the fins That once propelled him In concert with his brethren Though skull be widened, He cannot be trusted For he is just a fish And it is unwise to teach A fish to man. 6 August 2019
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