Mistress Fish

Winter night dusk, settles i smell the must

crusty eyes and tired limbs i feel the pressure mount

fish be on the shore this morn and rods be in the truck

i need coffee, i need snacks and i just don’t give a fuck

We take off from blades and into the glades to find our mistress fish

i leave my wife, i leave my kids to find my morning fish

the belly empty, temptation sweet to bring home bones and scales

the meat inside, oh what a treat, for fishing never fails!