Random Impulse: Week 3-2

I’m two inches long,

I have five black and shiny silver stripes,

I look like a zebra

But I can’t live on land,

And I love brine shrimp.

I have no freedom,

I live in a five by ten inch tank,

And I’m always kept with my girls.

But once in a way if I’m lucky,

They’ll take me out,

And put me with a boy.

I’m only given one night to spend

There’s no time for love,

There’s only action.

As morning dawns,

They come with a net,

And I say good bye

To my one night stand.

I never see my babies,

They always take them away.

Exposing them to soot, nicotine,

Cocaine or any other crap thought to affect man

And who knows what else they do.

They say I’m no regular fish.

They say I’m a super fish.

They say I am a scientific breakthrough.

I say, we are guinea pigs,

For what they can’t do to themselves. 

They say we look grumpy.

Well, tell me why wouldn’t we?

I am a science junky and the past summer I worked in a research lab that studied the effects of the oil spill on zebrafish, which is a widely used model organism in scientific research. So I thought I’ll try to write a poem taking on the voice of a zebrafish J