Steve the Goldfish
B.D.M.
Praise fish tanks, giving a nice visual way
of forgetting him, (also praised)
dying in the other room. Praise the fish inside. Trapped
in glass, a prison of coral, weeds, distorted
otherworldly companions. Being well fed, dying
on a bed of lies, disguised as rocks,
like dancers at the masquerade we’re all apart
of. Praise that.
Still though, how long until they realize their world is but a corner
of Everything?
He once said, “ignorance is bliss”.
I would believe him if he wasn’t so dead.
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B.D.M. are initials, and yeah, do you guy's thing.
