none of this feels funny to me
stuck in the classroom aquarium, over the summer
rehearsing the games the children played
while throwing paper airplanes at each other.
now I'm a fish or think I am
and it seems to be true
and I could tell you a story or two
if you could read fish lips;sprinkle in a little fish food.
how in jr. high and high school too
it seemed that I was against the rules
by being exactly the way I was
immune to all the buzz
because I did not strive and never cared to
for holy leadership skills and confidence to the gills.
I bear no ill will.
life as a fish has been rather golden at times.
making lots of rhymes.
and my little plastic castle is to die for.
it's all the gazing in
that makes me turn my fins
how has your summer been
and all the gossip I deplore
and still have no mind for.
mary angela douglas 20 may 2023
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