aah my tongue is burnt from hot clam chowder
Merry
It must be really depressing to live in glass
And to have to swim in your own crap
For a week until your owner changes the water.
Are you there?
I want to talk.
I want to talk just for the sake of talking.
I’m feeling lonely starting at my monitor
And at my fish on the desk in his lily vase.
Disney shouldn’t make me feel guilty
Over keeping a pet.
Sometimes I think that I need him as much as he needs me.
Nah.
He doesn’t feed me
He doesn’t buy me decorative plants
He doesn’t clean my room.
But he does come up to the glass whenever I approach
And he flutters around, seemingly glad
To see my distorted face on the other side.
If you don’t come back soon
I might have to resort to speaking to my fish
And then what’s the use of me after that?
I’ll imagine that he’s telling me that he’d rather be back in Thailand
Swimming around in rice paddy fields
With all the mosquito larvae his tummy can handle.
I’ll simply have to take him back to the pet store.
Then I’ll proceed to lecture the owner
About the humane treatment of animals
And how I’ll call the ASPCA on him
If he doesn’t give me his checkbook immediately.
Of course, my next step would to be pack all of the
Betta splendens back in their boxes and ship them back to
Their native country where they’ll be free to live out their lives.
Then I will go home
And get takeout food from Siam House.
Over my Pad Thai stir-fry,
I’ll sulk over the loss of my aquatic friend.
I’ll still be waiting for you to come back.
It must be really depressing to live in glass
And to have to swim in your own crap
For a week until your owner changes the water.
Are you there?
I want to talk.
I want to talk just for the sake of talking.
I’m feeling lonely starting at my monitor
And at my fish on the desk in his lily vase.
Disney shouldn’t make me feel guilty
Over keeping a pet.
Sometimes I think that I need him as much as he needs me.
Nah.
He doesn’t feed me
He doesn’t buy me decorative plants
He doesn’t clean my room.
But he does come up to the glass whenever I approach
And he flutters around, seemingly glad
To see my distorted face on the other side.
If you don’t come back soon
I might have to resort to speaking to my fish
And then what’s the use of me after that?
I’ll imagine that he’s telling me that he’d rather be back in Thailand
Swimming around in rice paddy fields
With all the mosquito larvae his tummy can handle.
I’ll simply have to take him back to the pet store.
Then I’ll proceed to lecture the owner
About the humane treatment of animals
And how I’ll call the ASPCA on him
If he doesn’t give me his checkbook immediately.
Of course, my next step would to be pack all of the
Betta splendens back in their boxes and ship them back to
Their native country where they’ll be free to live out their lives.
Then I will go home
And get takeout food from Siam House.
Over my Pad Thai stir-fry,
I’ll sulk over the loss of my aquatic friend.
I’ll still be waiting for you to come back.