Goldfish

We slurp up alcohol like fish in a tank. You could say it’s what keeps us swimming in circles, big though they sometimes are. It’s what we must always be kept in otherwise we’ll be flipping up and down on a slab. Some people even breathe it out the day after they take it in. Perhaps it’s a reminder of how we evolved. And tavern owners hook us in by making their premises attractive and comfortable, not to mention discounts which another waiter will conveniently forget about when handing you your bill. Bronze is the colour they look out. They know that these people are the sun-seekers who have cash in their pocket and they’re able to convert it into gold. But if we’re happy, other passers-by will want to join in too. And if the owner is on to too much of a good thing, then he might need a bigger tank.