The fish swims around the tank
watching the comings and goings,
what a mundane day?
Was that someone talking to themself?
Someone gossiping behind someone’s back?
Moving on,
oh there there,
don’t cry,
it will all be alright,
swimmingly it may go even.
Moving on,
was that an affair?
Was that a murder?
All the things the fish seen from their fish tank
would make them the perfect witness,
is that the cops?
Over here,
I want to give my statement
the little fish thinks
and sighs as their bowl is lifted to be brought away
moving on even
to the house of a friend of their now deceased owner,
the life of a fish,
always stuck in this fish bowl,
when do I get a chance at the action?,
the little fish thinks
before sighing once more
and moving on.
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