Feeding Fish Standing somewhere, Feeding fish. Fairground freaks, Probably won't last Two weeks. A memory span Of less than seven seconds Or so they reckon. Why do they call them goldfish? When one is orange, And the other is brown; Swimming up and down, Around and around; As though their lives Depended on it, As it does. What have we got in common? I ask myself. Standing somewhere, Feeding fish. Fairground freaks, Probably won't last Two weeks. A memory span Of less than seven seconds Or so they reckon. Why do they call them goldfish? When one is orange, The other is brown; Swimming up and down, Around and around; As though their lives Depended on it, As it does. Dusti Rodes (2011)
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