The U.S. is a small fish
with a false head; or a big fish
with false scales; or a dream
of the perfect fish
that turns into nightmare;
or a fish with a mouth as big
as an atom; or a secret fish
named Morgan, Mellon, Carlyle,
Rockefeller; or a fish that eats
its own tail; or an illegal
fish with respect to its own laws;
or a fish with a circulatory system
of black gold; or an army of robot fish;
or a fish that acts like it’s the only existing fish;
or a Japanese fish; or an Israeli fish;
or a fish that pollutes the whole sea;
or a fish that consumes the whole sea;
or a fish that ate its ancestors; or a
fish with a double life; or a fish
out of water hooked up to a respirator;
or a fried fish; or a fat fish; or a red fish;
or a fish unhappy with its own skin;
or a tin-straw-lion fish; or a Shiite Muslim
fish with a Protestant upbringing;
or a blind fish swimming thru a minefield;
or an extinct fish in a museum;
or a fish with fry full of hope;
or not really a fish but a gamba.

(Jeffrey Yang, p. 50 in An Aquarium.)