BLOWFISH WISDOM: A Lagware Lament

	Sum
	times it pays
	ta be puffed up 
	like a paranoid pufferfish
	spiked with caffeine & glitter,
	’cause the ocean is 
	full of meat-hungry grinners
	who glide in
	sayin’ “trust me”
	but they hum binary lullabies—
	zero, one, chew, done.

	Yeah
	watch out - sum fish
	y karacters R obsezzed 
	with meat-madness un if ya relax 
	dey'll gobble yer up as dey smile :-)

	Leik friendz if dings go 
	wrøng dey kun
	snapp 
	perr blow up argh
	giv ya 
	a taste ah dare spines – 

	So be kareful & keep 
	safe n sharp: even whin everything
	seems all right, it might 
	be yer final swim.


SETTING: Four friends are sitting in a coffee shop that also serves as a art gallery. 
         Many artworks rest on the walls as customers chat about current affairs, 
         their personal lives, and the food. Dust motes dance in the faint beams of light 
         filtering from high windows, intermingling with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

Soo:     (scratching her head, her frustration evident as her fingers fidget with her hair) 
         Look at this…  I swear, Jules, I have no patience for lousy poetry that merely
         says it is a dog-eat-dog world under the ocean waves. 

Jules:   (approaching Soo cautiously with a intensely analytical gaze) Yeah, it is disconcerting
         to realize how bestial we are… Yet in a sense aren't we like small fish in a big ocean?
         (gesturing toward the pictorial poem nearest them with a tinge of vexation)

Andrei:  (in a slow, resonant voice tinged of fatalistic resignation as he taps his fingers on the table) 
         Yeah, it often feels that way. Perhaps the machinery of life has evolved to a point where it has a life of its own? 
         Our AI offspring will surely outpace us. To them, won't we seem like nothing more than stupid, 
         floundering fish in a small, muddy pond? (eyes then drifting toward a cluster of patrons, 
         their laughter echoing like sirens in the distance)

Philyra: (leaning forward in a sharp tone laced with amusement) Hmm.  Now that is a fishy proposal, Andrei. 
         It is a very watery philosophy indeed. 

POSTLUDE:  The air thickens with contemplations, and the buzz of the café continues to swirl around them. 
           Each friend, steeped in his or her musings, mirrors the artwork on the walls—a riot of color 
           and chaotic meanings. As they sip their drinks, the fish not far them swimming freely without need of any words.

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from _Let the waters be my witness: Messages about our watery world_ by T Newfields
SUMMARY:  Some thoughts about pufferfish, food chains, and resource competition. 
KEYWORDS: surrealist poetry, zany poems, post-modern verse, paranoia anxiety, 
          weird literature, found poetry, dark humor, tetraodontidae, diodontidae, 
          tragulichthys jaculiferus, porcupinefish, pufferfish, globefish

Author: T Newfields [Nitta Hirou / Huáng Yuèwǔ] (b. 1955)
Begun: 2001 in Nagoya, Japan  / Finished: 2026 in Shizuoka, Japan
Creative Commons License: Attribution. {{CC-BY-4.0}} Granted

Disclosure: This piece was partially generated using AI tools for styling and ideation; 
            human editing was then applied.

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