Boiling,
steaming,
rolling like an oiled marble,
water can burn
my skin and my temper.

Frozen,
cubed,
solid as a saint’s promise,
water can chill
my drink and my disposition.

Purified,
softened,
running like a strong campaign,
water can cleanse
my hands and my spirit.

Flooding,
filthy,
pressured like an apprentice,
water can wreck
my possessions and my life.

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I hold my hands up, I admit I was careless

That cocktail bar was far too close to home

Your friend Jo saw me with another woman

I've always had that tendency to roam

In hot water was where she dropped me

You arraigned me as if I was a mobster

I'm disturbingly red about the gills now

At last I know what its like to be a lobster

I wish you could learn how to forgive...

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