Now slow down and let an old cowboy think a minute. This poem here is about the water cycle, right? I'm a big fan of the water cycle. You can't get those crops watered without the water cycle.

In my head, Jane is always wearing skintight latex shorts and a whip. This poem is innocent and childlike and youthful and free from stain. Which makes it sexy in my book.

I like the flavor of this one, and I agree: Jane is going to ruin her panties. Only in my head it's not granny panties she wears, it's black latex thongs.
There is nothing more terrifying than reality. Only Zen Phoenix can open that bullgate and ride the monster.

Holy crap your talent arc is steeper than the pirate boat ride at the carnival. We go from lamenting death to playing with life without even a pause between. Only the Zen could handle the scalpel of poetic expression with this much skill. Jane is going to ruin another pair of granny panties over this one.