PAD Day 26 Part Deux

So here's my second poem of the day, in response to Poetic Asides' prompt to write a "casting" poem.  I'm posting it separately only because it's so totally different from my other poem today.

O'Reilly Goes Fishing

Took my favorite rod and flies,

waded out hip-deep, where the river

bends to the right, and started casting

aspersions, doubts, accusations,

reeling in my catch, one after another.

Tonight I have bigger fish to fry.

My fans won't even realize that I've

filleted my dish of reason, logic,

and fairness, nor will they notice

when I choke on the bones.