Title: Water, Water

Rating: K

Warning: Truth

Summary: A poem about how superfical material items can be.

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Water, water everywhere,

but not a drop to drink,

miles and miles of open space

but not enough room to think.

Pens and markers all over the place,

But all full of invisible ink.

Lamps and bulbs as bright as day

In a buildings for the blind,

And discovering easily things that are lost

Is worthless to those with nothing to find.

Having all the food in world,

Is unimportant with no appetite

And being afraid of nothing’s no fun

When you enjoy having a good fright.

If your hair is black, you want to be blond

And if it’s curly, you fancy straight

And it doesn’t matter if you’re exactly on time

If it happens to be the wrong date.

Millions of trophies are a nonentity

If they were all given for free

And it doesn’t matter how great you are

If you desperately want to be me.

A new radio means nothing

In a club for the incurably deaf

And pretty curtains aren’t special

To those with no house left.

A microphone is less then pointless,

To those that have no voice,

And telling someone to change their ways

Is useless is they don’t have a choice.

So before you sail your unwary boat

You better stop to rethink,

‘Cause it doesn’t matter if there’s water everywhere

It there’s not a drop to drink.

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It's true though, right?

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Love ya -Aly