I am Shakespeare’s goldfish and I just wanted to say, I am really annoyed. He sits there, writing poems and plays all day (which he likes and earns money from) while I have to watch him (which I don’t like and I don’t earn money from). He also addresses me as goldfish, oh goldfish like some of the characters address each other in his play. He also feeds me strange flaky stuff while He eats chicken and other delicious stuff. Honestly, I might try to make a run for it back to the ocean where there are no poets… except fisherpoets.