Ode to the salmon I made for dinner

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For you, salmon. You gave your life to feed us. You deserve better.

Your “honeys” are gift wrap on boxes of crap

Your “honeys” are pet names so I swallow that

Your “Where is dinner?” when I’m just in the door

Your  “I’m not hungry'” when I’ve made need du jour

I’d rather you’d call me a lazy ass bitch

I’d rather it clear you appreciate shit

Don’t give me your honeys, lest I may choke

Don’t try to paint sweetness on purely a joke

I’d rather your honesty – it surely would help

So I could be free to say go fuck yourself