They do it all wrong here

                                                                                               Attribution: Christina

Image: Exhibits in a museum (here)

I just can’t stand them and I mean them

All of them no exception!

Both those inside as well as those outside

Let’s talk of those inside first

They leave us by ourselves through the night

Nothing happens even in the morning

We see them only in mid-morning

Just a bucket full and they just throw them in

Smelly, dead and cheapest in the market

And they expect us to gobble
all that with relish!

Sheesh!
 

I like my fish fresh

I like them swimming having fun

I will then catch them with a swipe if small

Or pick them by the tail and

bring them up to the surface

They do it all wrong here

This is what we go through everyday

Having dead fish most of them rotten

by our standards

 And we have not even talked about

Those humans on the outside

How we hate the week-ends

That is when they come in droves

And the kids they were cute before

But not anymore

They expect us to get on our back flippers

Clap our fronts and smile

Just for them to take their own selfies

with us in the background

And some even goad us to talk

‘Honk! Oink! ‘ They shout at us

They think it is funny

We only talk when we are happy

Not for some selfish kids for their selfies!

Sheesh!

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