Water, Where Will It End
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"Water, Where Will It End"
by: Wes Robert Ward
"Water, where will it end? Water, where did it ever begin? Mayhap from some kitchen faucet sink, or perhaps from some entity's drink whose nose creates rain through his nostrils. It only pours when it rains and it only rains when it pours.
God or Mister Mxyzptlk, who knows. Like a never ending water hose, it just flows and flows. And the more the rain nose blows the more wet sneezes it has. As if, yeah I know. Better the nose than the arse.
Yet either way it makes the growth of grass. Fresh or salt, no one's fault. Clear or muddy, at least it's not bloody. Fish and creatures infested, well\u2026 just digest the water and save the fish for later with tartar sauce and barbeque alligator.
People say Jesus walked on it, and the Titanic sank in it, but nobody, I repeat, nobody has married it? What is the deal with that? There was a mountain man that married a mountain. There was a miner that married a rock. There was even a woman that married a tree.
Oh, but it must be so wrong, so wrong to marry water. Is it because water would cheat on fire? Is it because water would cheat on earth? Is it because water would cheat on air?
Oh, to give an oath and swear, to be or not to be faithful and fair. To love and only love water and not taste the sweetness of butter because thou must be so loyal and egad that is sad. I, for one, usually drown myself in booze for a good afternoon snooze.
Elementally, water must be mentally or physically challenged or we'd all be nothing but dust. Dust in the wind, burnt from the fires of our last supper on the dirt we try planting our marijuana and food in. Oh such sin, how unlawfully crude our planet would be, that not one of us could drink the liquid of life without slitting our throats with a knife.
I, for one, have had many a hot and spicy nights with tabasco sauce in bed. Made mad passionate love to a shrub covered in dew, and danced the tango with a jar of mayo nude.
Oh love, what is love without water, water is the essence of my being. Water, without water I'd be dead, without water, no sea burial for me, just sprinkle my ashes on a dying tree.
Water, oh how I love you so. Liquid, cold, hot, or frozen, you were chosen to quench my thirst and my lust has no boundary when I'm soaked in you from head to toe, and just know to be baptized by you is surely and purely a blessing after the undressing of my hot sexy naked body...
\u2026 oh and you also help my poo go down the potty."
The End. \ud83d\udebd\ud83c\udf0a
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