You get out of your bed, at three in the morn, <br />Sleep still clinging to your eyes. <br />Leaving your nice warm womb, like a newborn, <br />To fight the snakes and flies. <br /> <br />You drive for an hour, to get to your spot, <br />Freezing your fool behind. <br />To give those damned fish, just one more shot, <br />Your'e a fishing fool, one of a kind. <br /> <br />Then you sit on the bank, waiting for a bite, <br />Slapping mosquitoes all day. <br />Drinking beer till your'e higher than a kite, <br />And the fish just don't want to play. <br /> <br />At the end of the day, your'e haggard and worn, <br />Your hair going every which way. <br />You've lost all your hooks, and your pants are torn, <br />Your tackle box in complete disarray. <br /> <br />You eyes red and sore, Your skin is sunburned, <br />You just want to go home and die. <br />It's the same old lesson, you've never learned, <br />It makes a grown man want to cry. <br /> <br />Yet you'll never confess, lord perish that thought, <br />That those fish did you in one more day. <br />Heaven forbid, just say that you fought, <br />And lie, say they just got away. <br /> <br />7/2/11 Alton Texas<br /><br />Juan Olivarez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-little-advice-fishing-s-for-fools/
