In the bowl, you'll find the golden fish
Living for your entertainment, it swims, swish-swish
You stare at its sparkling scales, golden-rich
And it continues to swim in circles, swish-swish
You take the fish out with a twitch
But it can't get out of your grasp, swish-swish
You pull its scale off and give it a squish
But it stops struggling, swish-swish
So you plop it back into its enclosing dish
And it resumes its swimming, swish-swish
But you want it to stop swimming, it's an itch
So you stab it, and it stops, swish-swish
It could never get its last wish
As it falls to the bottom, swish-swish
In the bowl, you'll see the golden fish
Dying for your entertainment, it sinks, swish-swish.
this is my 113th poem, written on 7/22/24
