BIG FISH

All these houses I visit
I wonder how can they still stand?
Built on candlelights and flowers
By defenseless men

It is worrying but I can’t intrude
‘Cause the women of the house would call me rude

Like…
“Don’t you see we’re content and this was heaven sent?
I was chasing smaller fish in the sea till this big fish landed on me”.

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