Another bowl, more tail then life
they wait for just to mate alone
yet their prison forbids them
as there is no cloth to cover them

They swim in such a confined space
never known of clear stream water
never known what it is like to be free
emasculated in their orbital prison

Poor things, I feel so sorry for them
round and round in circles they go
with nothing but gulping to do
these wretched creatures, these goldfish two

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris