Little Fishes

Mercury makes its way into The skin of little fishes who Swim across the vast and murky Mucky, mild terrain They make their way onto the dishes Of men who gobble little fishes As the mercury settles in Their soft and supple brains Gone are the days Gone are the days When you can stick your toes in without a second thought Gone are the days Gone are the days When you can get your mind wet without the fear of rot Where did the Pillsbury Doughboy go wrong? When did blingy little weasels kill the protest song? When will the youth get on its hind legs? Is the Golden Goose laying 3D printed eggs? When will the Easter Bunny come And hop it all away? Gone are the days Gone are the days When you didn't need WiFi to help you find someone to kiss Gone are the days When your brand of genitalia would determine where to piss Mr. Owl, he cheats to reach the center of the pop Scarecrow, better hold your breath While Roundup's being doused upon your crops When will the youth get on its hind legs? Is the Golden Goose still laying 3D printed eggs? When will Ben Kenobi come And saber it away? Mercury makes its way into the skin of little fishes who Swim across the vast and murky mucky, mild terrain They make their way onto the dishes of men who gobble little fishes As the mercury settles in their soft and supple brains Mercury makes its way into skins of little fishes who