AQUA

We are all
The short, the fat
And the tall,
Just basically water.
That liquid in the glass
Mind you don't drink it
As it maybe your daughter.
Not much is solid
Even our guts
Are known to run,
What you piss down the pan
Could be your
Long lost son.
Aqua
That's all we are,
With a few attached solid bits,
Those we shed
Along with the stains on the bed
And don't forget the squits!!
The ache that's
Thumping inside your head
Pounding your liquid brain,
Its the result
Of worries and stress
Cranial driving rain.
All we are
Is aqua
The solids cause the stink,
When they die
Its rot and putrification
Please, pour me down the sink.
Dip a toe
Into the ocean
Swim in this refreshing sea,
It's part of me
It's part of you
We're all of its family......
Aqua.

Phil Hall  August 2014