Unlike males of your Siamese Fighting Fish species
You were supposed to be able to get along with other fish
You did good in a five gallon tank with three tuxedo guppies
Impressed by your ability to get along nonviolently
I graciously put you in a ten gallon tank, a sweet break
But ungrateful you tried to attack the yellow guppies
Ticked me off, exiled you back to the five gallon tank
A life sentence for your deplorable behavior
And that was no way for a lady to behave!
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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