Sometimes I wished I was a fish,
Living life with a splash splish.
Swimming so free,
As worriless as be,
Worse case scenario is to end on a dish.
But then I might end in a tank,
An unkempt aquarium (so dank!).
Be fed once a day,
To float, but not play,
I rather be working in a bank.
Speaking of banks, I need a cent,
Or a penny worth of thoughts to rant.
But what's creativity
To some rationality?
Artful thinking can't pay rent.
But I respect those with art and proses,
Their minds flower-y but sharp: roses.
It's said pay is bad,
But good friends to be had,
Fun chat times in moderate doses.
But I'm on this path of healing,
One that some might find appealing,
The hours be long,
But I must be strong,
For saving people would be the best feeling.
