Life as a Fish

My mom was pregnant with a child
That was known for a fact to be a he.
She squeezed her hands and clenched her butt
And out came the baby me.
To everyone’s surprise before their eyes,
I was a baby fish they see.
My mother wasn’t ashamed and gave me a name
And was placed in a tank to breathe.
Treated like one of her own,
I was taken home and was placed on top of a table.
I lived a luxurious life
Ate god food that suffice
And watched TV with cable.
Thought my life can’t get any better,
Suddenly I felt down.
As I gazed at the reflection of the glass tank
I gave myself a frown.
I was a fish in a tank.