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Luck.
Prosperity.
Abundance.
Strength.
Transformation.
Beauty.
Harmony.
Serenity.

In a deep dark pond a goldfish swam
unaware of his plight
He was white

“Alienation”
“Racist”
“Poor little goldfish"

Everyone laughed, even I, though too loudly.
Then Ms. Jones said, “Haikus don’t usually end in couplets.”
“I’ve never written a Haiku, so I wouldn’t know.”
“The goldfish doesn’t know shit from Shine-Ola. He’s white, he’s cut off from the other goldfish. They know they’re gold and he’s white.
An albino.
But he can’t see himself. Nobody likes anything that goes against the status quo. But he just wants to fit …