Time to put the universe to rights,
I shed my fabric skin,
The shower opens up,
The senate has begun,
In this congress of glass,
The water pours,
I establish my assertion,
To the shampoos present,
To the bottle senators in the room,
To the shower gels and sponges,
I pontificate,
And argue astutely,
With a confidence,
Invisible at all other times,
And a shrewd reasoning,
That drains away as the aqua ceases,
All clean,
I’ve won the argument,
I’ve cracked the problem,
The water is their applause,
It fades down the drain.
One can make the best arguments for or against something while in the shower. Love, love, love your poetry. Thank you.
Oh yes. I also do personal concerts. Thank you kindly!
The Oldschool Harlequin
That’s delightful.
Thank you kindly!
The Oldschool Harlequin