Competition Barrel Fishin'

Shooting at fish in a barrel all day,
I find the fish don't like it at all,
But like it plenty, so I keep at it,
It makes me feel seven feet tall.

Now, fish and bullets don't mix very well,
I suspect it's to do with the lead,
They look up at me with those googly eyes,
Then soon after that they get dead.

I must-a shot more than one million fish,
It's a record no joker can break,
Then, when the barrel needs filling again,
There's plenty more left in the lake.

I make my own ammo out here in the shed,
It's so awesome to work with my hands,
Maybe you're jealous of all I've achieved,
More likely you don't understand.

Some people say I got worms in my brain,
But I tell you that just ain't right,
Now and again I break into their homes,
And watch as they're sleeping at night.

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