the fishing nets are trawling in

The fishing nets are trawling in

The fishes can't swim away

Every entry the net will be hanging

It is just a time to drop over it

Even in this precarious position

The fishes still don't behave

The way it is going to be roped in

There is no escape in the fishing nets

The fishes still struggles to get free

Waving up and down to get the scores

But it is a hopeless way to stay relevant

The fishing nets are trawling in

The cooks are on standby

The woks are heated up ready to fry

The bottles of oil on the kitchen table

The cooks wait for the execution