“Ready, set, serve!” yelled the goldfish announcer,As the school of krill scatter to dodge the incoming tennis ballSharks patrol the sea bordersReady to naturally select any fish that steps out of lineFish struggle in the game tennis game of lifeWhales and walruses delivering power shotsLaughing at all who cower in fear
Black milk is the ritualistic liquid materialOne second is all it takesfor Wimbledon to become a chlorine infested bubbletopiaDenim jackets, tennis rackets, and Denise Goldfisherman is up for the serveJapanese catfish gleam under an array of melted SkittlesAnd the boy with the green spheres launches 13 monkeys in all directionsPlastic bag toiletries symbolize the artificial coral reefs -If only they could save the real thingSave the whales, rescue the oil drenched seagullsand transport their encapsulated feather pillows to pelical bayAlkatraz is the place to be.I’ll grow gills one day, and sink down into the depths..Breathe that in.
The catcallers whistle in the standsPiranhas and swordfish pitted against one anotherThe jellyfish referee stings all who break the rulesThe buzzer sounds and the clownfish announcer announces:The transparent window panes acts as a prison to all.
In : Poetry
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