Death of a gold fish

I costed you 3 tickets at the school carnival, and you didn't know it but you had just given me my death sentance. So you took me home and put me in this little glass bowl. I don't know if you know this but fish are made to be in OCEANS, Not little glass bowls. But then you have the odacity to just leave me hear with nothing to eat and so now i'm just here slowly dying. And lets not act like we don't know what happens next it is only a matter of time until I go belly up and your mom flushes me down the toilet and you move on like nothing ever happend.

The moral of the story- don't be a gold fish.