There is a beast that wades in human brew
Residing in waters once so blue
His flesh turned green, undead and rotten
Scales flaking off, wrinkled, forgotten
Filled with plastics, wasted debris
Festering filth, stewing tepid tea
It is quite a wonder why it's hidden
Almost like his land's forbidden
A floating island made of pure junk
Of old tin cans, and human gunk
Out of sight and out of mind
Works the brain of all of living kind


> {__[_| Fishbones |_]__} <

- undead zombie goldfish
- repairs and reinforces his body with garbage
- doesn't swim well, mostly floats
- mouth is always agape
- left eye is rotted out
- doesn't need to eat
- avoids the living


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