Blast fishing

The ego trip these creeps are on
No thought for others they
What they get out of what they do
Is all they want today
Fishing they are not waiting
They havent got a care
In hell or any other place
What they do is sell

Their evil and their wickedness
To the world for all to see
Blast fishing can your believe this shit
For them a constancy
Lob bottles full of explosive
Out into the sea
Cant wait around for the fish to bite
Blow them up and be

Picking up the pieces
Of the corals around about
Of the sea life of the by-catch
That is caught up in their rout
The biosphere means nothing
They have also nothing for they
Are completely vacant between their ears
On any given day

For every ten fish they blow up
Two float to the top
And 8 sink to the bottom
So thats a proper flop
Do you really think they care
They are as ignorant as hell
They dont posses grey matter
Just shit packed in a shell

Reprobates that all they are
Out for what they desire
Destroying everything they touch
Their fishing game is dire
It, doesnt bear thinking
Their unconscientiousness
Opportunists with no idea
Creators of world wide stress

Really they are the spivvery
That occupy this world
Aiding and abetting
The transgressions that are hurled
Every blooming which way
Destruction and abyss
Duplicity and double-dealing
Thats their kind of bliss

If they could see the devastation
That they actually cause
Then I ask myself would they understand
I guess so but then I pause
For really all these people
Dont have the where for all
Its just racketeering
They answer that call

Trying to make a fast buck
And bugger all else they
Are killing every coral reef
Just blowing them away.
For the extra fish they think they get
So they can smoke their pot
Or drink themselves to an early grave
They are hopeless are they not!