Posted inGorelets: Unpleasant Poems
Goldfisher
borrowing from Bond he brings home the bloated baggie and scoops out blissful killifish, dropping one after the other into his plastic aquarium: the translucent bucket of gold paint these goldfish never swim, and his net is clotted from skimming them back out so often, but he knows he will find the right species eventually -- there are tens of thousands and if he knows his evolution, then only the fittest will survive