You
Had plenty of
Fish to fry.

How dare you fish me,
Anchovy.
Tossed into a can of sardines.

We are not the same.
Small, quirvery in the scales we wear
Sure.

One each on each side
Of my faacade, yes.

But we do not smell the same
Diffrent aftertastes
And flavours.

You have,
Plenty of fish
To fry.