ode to the skinny fish

what is it that unsettles thee?
is it the pointlessness of life?
what will it take to waken thee?
will it take the lick of my knife?
thou art mistaken, and to help you i wish,
for the humor in life is a right tasty dish,
but if you weren't such a downright sick looking fish,
you'd be skinned alive and lemoned.
so i'll unset the hook and leave you the bate,
toss in my line and continue my wait.
how i can focus in this drunken state
is a mystery.