I swim along.
Along with all the others.
Fins that are not as vibrant.
A tail a bit askew.
No point.
No point in
taking interest in other fish.
We don't do that,
not down here.
We swim.
Those hooks,
they taunt us.
We bite.
No one hears
our cries of pain.
Even the others.
We don't respect much,
not down here.
We swim.
We're not very
quick
clever.
Just responsive,
and not responsibly so.
We
just
swim.
Aug 23, 2012
Aug 23, 2012 at 3:32 PM UTC
I swim along.
Along with all the others.
Fins that are not as vibrant.
A tail a bit askew.
No point.
No point in
taking interest in other fish.
We don't do that,
not down here.
We swim.
Those hooks,
they taunt us.
We bite.
No one hears
our cries of pain.
Even the others.
We don't respect much,
not down here.
We swim.
We're not very
quick
clever.
Just responsive,
and not responsibly so.
We
just
swim.
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