In a pet store, languished a sad, old Betta fish
Jailed in a tiny plastic cup with a tight lid
Depressed he wondered how have I come to only this
Plastic cup-bound captive unhappy and morbid.
When he was a younger fish, he had great grand dreams
Of living the high life in a ritzy fish tank
With bubbling water and lights like soft moonbeams
With years trapped in that goddamn cup, his hopes all sank.
Then came a renowned fish whisper named Bob Boyd
Who quietly listened to the Betta’s sad tale
And he deduced he didn’t have to be a Fraud
To see the Betta was suffering in his jail.
Having no money on him, he needed a plan
He didn’t have one till he saw an open door
With the excited Betta in his trembling hand
He yelled Freedom! And ran right out of the pet store.
Bob Boyd