Hydro

By Crystian Cyrus

A waterfall dropped onto his head Slathering his face which before looked quite red A banquet of water which would make anyone look well-fed The silence of the water filled the room with dread But eventually everything felt better left unsaid As caring about anything outside of the room was simply misled Forgetting friends who were named Fred and someone he thought was named Ted Maybe a message from them they would send After all, anything that mattered to him was dropping onto his head Water could only be so wet Clearing all of the built-up sweat That’s really all a shower can get for you Making the bumps and marks on the skin quite upset Did any of it really matter at the end of the day? No, because all that was left back there Was dismay.

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