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
