the bubble boy

there are plenty of fish in the sea i'd rather not catch the attention of.  i'd prefer to match  the scale of a better fish or at least mention the lonely tension of a beta fish.  let's face it, he's beta on his own unless he can find the perfect bowlmate.  in terms of soulmates, his empty heart yearns for a full tank.  below a full plank he sighs deep, so deep it puts his eyes to sleep.  at the bottom of a stanky sea, he lies a creep until a net sweeps through the cluster of fish crust.  don't you dare cause a fuss or stir a single flake of that dust.   it's not disgust, i just need to discuss that the stillness is a plus.  trust me, this is for you and to keep your cell free from that smell .  don't flail or crack.  sometimes in order to sail back and refresh, you need your tail whacked.  so i pass a trout about 2-3 times a day to beep and yack about humankind.  but you're always on the grind, you little baller, you were a gift in mind of the way we present our kind with a holler .  if the day comes where you find your fins in a fate intertwined, i will surely hope to find my skin without a wave of constant confine.  because like you, i am a bubble boy too.

...my beta fish slushie was a housewarming present from my two lovely sisters...