Give the Man a Fish

I give the man his fish every day. 

I was blessed with a bounty of fish.  The man is cursed with a craving the laze in the glory of the sun, catching praise from the off-shore breeze, worried more about granules of sand than survival.

I tried to teach the man.  His eyes glazed over like those of my many fish.  I am sure he didn’t hear a single word. 

He humoured me for my fish.

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