Golden Life

I entered my room, 
Looked around and picked the fish food
I need to buy another, this one is almost empty 


A pondering question lingers on thought  
I see my golden fish, pompously sat 
They look so calm and carefree  


They near the tank, when I am on sight 
Opening their gob to be fed  
Like free session, always to be fed 


You see they got me thinking  
I am always thinking  
Do they worry, like I do  


Like the fish in the deep blue sea does  
With sharks around to feast on their essence  
And no one tasked to feed their hunger  


My pondering mind do wonder  
Sometimes in overdrive, always wondering   
My brain feels so warn on effect  


May be that is why oh surely why 
My golden fish bluffs so much, with easy life 
Demanding to be fed, feed us, feed us, feed our gob 


Anyway I need to get another food for them
The tank looks murky, needs some attention 
I would have to clean that too at some point 

The Queen's Speech

In times to come, woes in sight
In shadows past no vision of light
When darkness swallows and belches pity


The nitty gritty of pretty merry, I admire 
Shall become more of a fairy prayer
The sounding of war drums, follow rushing of waves


Inter-fusion of whaling voices, butchered at sea in piece(s) 
Bewilderment of supplications gone awry
An obligation of mercy to show and behold, made void 


To stem oozing pain from sighs at moonlight, made void 
And moanings from sides torn from buffets
Left to starve on the door step of war drums 


Meet me at the place where fear thrives
Where tears cry and whales moan of shallow waters 
Where uncertainty is surety, death is a luxury


At the place where happiness has no face
And destitute, grips like a fever pitch 
Then talk to me about misfortune, you lucky bustard