Slosh
Cloudy taps seem to go clockwise at once
The leaky sky fauceting upon a human 'race'
Knowing fully what's to come
I casually storm on into the eye
A half-joking lament is imparted for the sad synthetic soles
Whose main decks threaten an imminent breach
"What luck indeed!" sounds the clarion call
As my 'violin grin' plays on for slowly sinking me
The world soon becomes a public shower
For myself and those bravely remaining few
Such is the price for an autumn well spent
Guess we'll just have to cheer up and slosh a bit.
1 comment:
That's lovely.
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