Glub

I am a goldfish and I go

glub

glub

glub

glub glub.


I wish I was a unicorn.

But I am not.

I am a gold fish.

Oh well.


Maybe I should start a family.

Glub.

Yeah, but it's too late probably,

to start a family,

because I am a goldfish and I will die soon,

and then what?


Glub.


I wish I was a unicorn

or some other equally mystical

and maybe immortal creature

trapped in a magical effervescent glow

instead of this stupid bowl.


Glub.


Woe is me.

Woe is my goldfish life.


Glub.


The peak of my existence

is eating

or swimming inside my plastic castle,

strategically placed

inside of my globe.


Riveting.


Glub.


Absolutely

riveting.


And still

everyone

watches me.


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Yeah.