Fishing poem

The Vortex 

Not For Me 

The concrete jungle swallowed me up 

With all its pretty faces 

The lying eyes 

It's fast living 

Don't get caught up 

In the Black Hole -Dead Soul 

Agenda 21 - Population control 

Cage you like Rats -Suburbs

$$$$$$$

Money waiting to be made 

Money that will be spent 

Time flies by 

All the amusement 

All the fake friends 

Keeping me company 

The river is my friend 

I'll marry her 

Nothing fake about her flow

Promises promises promises 

You want a house payment

You'll pay it off 

Then you die 😱

I know what you need 

Stock options-401k 

Blah Blah Blah 

😆😆😆😆😆

Just give me an RV 

And a fishing pole 

Some kayaks 

I'll slum 

Be a bum 

Pass my time 

Down at the river 

I retire from endless pursuit 

I've found my place 

Floating down 

Texas heaven 

Flowing water 

Largemouth Bass 

Rods bent 

The fight begins