2Lick the fish,
It burns the throat,
To those who wish
To hide in gloat
Roll the rocks
Flick the fire
To those in the box
Who get no higher
Bite your lips
Say hello
to fingertips
down below
Suck the mustard
off my fingers
Salty, sour, sick
It lingers
Taste it.
Sip it.
Spit it out.
Try it.
Bite it.
Cry it out.
Wring it out until it's
Out.
Shout it out.
Burn it out.
You're supposed to like it.
Don't you fight it.
Here it comes in
pools of doubt.
It will shout (oh forget it) shit it out.
you're supposed to like it
get it out.
get it out.
Fish and fire are without a doubt
something sick to write about.
A/N: Just to clarify, this poem is about sexual coercion.