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

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