This morning, I
Laughed at those caught outside
In the condensed tears of fish tied
Hung up by plastic nooses high
And outweighed in the title fight
They cried at the sight
As the ebb and flow of lunar tides
Swept in the blight to shore
Ever more
But you say so sure they don't feel pain
Then I hope you don't mind
When you're out in the freezing rain
I laugh again and again