Coridite is kept hidden in their minds
By Vacant Dragon à la Subverted Lips
Published 11 February 2024
I’m going to go with this one here
the natural selection, placing smoke on a fork
is there a choice, or just oil on a rag?
Free gifts if you order today
there must be a catch – the hook is too good
fly fishing in our sleep, netting balls like fresh bait
a third of the way, c’mon He-man
if you enter a skull from the eastern terrace
you exit the right eye a third of the way
we can take the fish & chips to France, Jacques
said the bishop to the angler
is that a Jesus fish or are you just happy to see through me
What happens if he ends up dead himself?
we won’t say a word, we won’t pull any strange faces
the natural selection, we won’t say a word
Diplomats in the banking capital are not exactly your scene
[holds hand up to ear] buy! sell! sell! buy!
you exit the skull by sticking a fork in capital
This has been stolen in a cyber attack including personal information
Pins. Retinas. Middle names. Fingerprints. Confessions. Sperm count.
Line. Tackle. Hook. Pencil. Dropshot. Fishing sinkers. Catch-based quotas.
I said I didn’t want to see you again!
once you enter the skull, you cannot leave through the eye
(a skull cannot withstand the external pressure of not being seen)
Whoever’s going first, please stand up to the podium
no one wants to step up unless they’ve snagged a 500 pound marlin
clench the jaw and activate the core
How do you feel about that? –Good! – Yeah? More confident than me then
He-man never hurt a soul. The sword was for lasers and obstacles.
He-man never caught a sole. The rod was for lures and testicles.
Footnote: this poem was created using the Holden Patterns constraint as the starting point.