Fish Fraud 10-20-16

Michelle's Prompt: Fish Fraud. Apparently this is a thing! What is it? Who cares! Because I want to be the tragic state of a fish believing he isn't fish enough to be called fish.

Adam's Poem:

I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish,

I felt more like a proper fish.

A proven perch or honest cod.

As it is, I feel a fraud.

First of all, I hate the ocean.

Makes me faint, the constant motion.

It's far too wet. There's too much salt

I just don't get its whole gestalt.

And schools of fish…don't get me started!

They're fine until somebody's darted.

This way, that way. Low then high.

And nobody can tell me why!

I do my best. I swim about.

But someone's going to call me out.

Someday, some odd scup or bream

Will look at me and surely scream,

“He's no fish! This guy is faking!”

Thoughts like that can leave me quaking.

This can of worms I cannot solve,

Unless…

Perchance…

I just…

evolve?