the staccato of warning shots were lost on the captured still water,
of the aquarium tank, I am he the tank, so please don't blow my seals

you grow on my transparent sides
like algae, ******* oxygen, override,

all the good that came of me,

I am left with the green, but not worth a dime,
in the real world, misery has hurled compromise

to be worn like sack cloth while my *** sits on ashes,

to keep me company, I read out loud sounding every vowel
though the consonants are all I can see, bubbling to the surface,

throwing in the towel
is mutually beneficial

for the good and the
bad in me.  I am done.

Change the water or buy a new tank, and this time
buy some fish to keep yourself amused.