It's poetry day. So here's some proper existentialism.... already up on SGUK but why should they suffer alone? Enjoy...
Dead fish. They lie there, shock
On their faces as if frozen
At the point of demise, their eyes brimming with untold secrets;
They know.
I once knew one who kept
A goldfish. Arrogant it was, and
Orange; it graced its very tank. Not like those
Which lie before me now, the stench
Of death and sea about them.
Eldritch things, they rot; scales
Fall off them from time to time.
Robbed of their smooth elegance, condemned
To a deep-frozen grave.
Fin
Dead fish. They lie there, shock
On their faces as if frozen
At the point of demise, their eyes brimming with untold secrets;
They know.
I once knew one who kept
A goldfish. Arrogant it was, and
Orange; it graced its very tank. Not like those
Which lie before me now, the stench
Of death and sea about them.
Eldritch things, they rot; scales
Fall off them from time to time.
Robbed of their smooth elegance, condemned
To a deep-frozen grave.
Fin
catcher01:
i've said it before and i'll say it again, it sounds a bit fishy, but other than that, it's dead good that is
catcher01:
groan, that was a cheap one. there's a time and, plaice, for that kind of ting.