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
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 4:57 AM UTC
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
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