Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Fish (free verse)


Glub, Glub, Glub goes the fish,
Fueled by boredom, I stare into its bowl.
He is gleefully swimming around, without a care in the world.
It is truly times like these that my thoughts go awry 
And wonder if the fish is in the bowl, or I.


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2 comments:

  1. AnonymousApril 22, 2013 at 8:29 AM

    Nice last line Chan! I love it!

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  2. AnonymousApril 24, 2013 at 4:23 PM

    Quite the fishy poem you got there. Get it, anyone.

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