The inane
The profane
The insane
The mundane
We top off our water
How severely it fills our glass
As fast as one can imagine
The secret it about
Painfully she tells me
As if we are combined
Watching I see
She severely approached
Fiercely over to me
And told me insanely
I didn’t ask for it
I wasn’t in the looking
Her impatient coming
Wasn’t what I call decent
I hope that all’s well
After everything that she said
Her descent to tell me
Was a lack of glory
Russell Sivey