Fireballing the Goldfish

He wasn’t doing
Very well

In his tiny little fish bowl
Living longer than we
All expected

Sinking towards the bottom
Yet putting up a fight
And eating his
Fish flake food

What a boring life
What a tragic strife
To never have challenge
And to die a captive

Wonder wonder wonder
How a fish might take
An upper
Or a downer

Let’s put a shot of whiskey
In his bowl

See what that does
For his aching soul

Filtering through his gills
A shock, to be sure,
To his tiny little frills
To make him breathe alcohol

Whiskey in his tank
To make the goldfish
Drunk for the rest of his

Published by Jake Thomas Shaw

Concerned with memory, currency, and destiny, I strive to capture each one as they happen. Join me and consume reality! Radio Reality. City!

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