The Odd Fellow

He was a fish that wanted to be caught (not so odd really). His lips were new tires, they squeaked, you could hear them coming they flapped in the mildest of winds. Some had Googled his eyes turns out they were set too deeply into his brain, you could read them like the sun and rain on a cloudy day. He once touched gloves with a ‘has been’ and lost. The girls loved to be with him but he could not love them until he was wriggling on their hooks. In the end it was his looks that offended, they upended the nature of the natural and so naturally he was always being thrown back in, back into his own shallow pool of mind-muddied waters.