Fantasy Fish In a Fantasy Ocean

They say they know the point of life, That it’s different from just love, They say they’re only fishers of men, That they’re de Principa and gov. Their fish symbol annoyed me so, In the back seat of the car, When I was young and really keen, On self-achievement and going far. There it goes, and there it was again, I spotted a fish symbol so often, On the rear window of the car in front, But eventually ignored them and didn’t soften. I didn’t need their tract, still don’t, Because they have no line of argument, No pleasant garden or solid ground, To falsify the gloom which can foment. The many to them are lost and futile, In an ocean of sinking dissenters, But science and medicine are the many’s saviours, And different technologies are their identifiers.