Water O.D.
"Water O.D."
Did I die of a water o.d.?
Or was it liquid's ghost?
Don't know if it's the most I can post.
Bethanne was the town's toast.
To me, a parasitic host.
Let's roast in the steamy sun.
We alway fill up the gold tea cup with the world's ocean water.
That will cost a ton.
All of life will be fun.
Like a great big pun.
Everything being said or done.
Including the shooting of a water gun.
Done by the Sister's Nun.
Who is on the run.
Jon Billet's
May Twenty Seven Two Thousand Fifteen.
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