Fish
you show up to work everyday to cut the head off a fish, in your spare time you drink to loosen the fact you chop the head off a fish, think about it, you’re born, you grow and explode into everything you never wanted to be by fallacy, so you chop the head off a fish to make ends meet, you wake and repeat the ritual, it’s critical to chop at the right angle, life’s exhausting forever promising ways to get rich but you chop the head off a fish you can wish for some cheap thrills but wishing don’t pay the bills, so you chop the head off a fish
