WaterA Poem by Fia NaturieMidnight musingsI was up last night with my
own thoughts as company Is that a wise thing to do in
this state of insanity I have not lost my mind, if
that is what you thought I sit here looking at the
water that has to be bought. What was once free we have to pay steamed sparkling purified distilled from a glade The taste is off I have to laugh It should have no taste at all inside my glass We pay for the bottle We pay for the glass We pay for the wrapper We pay out our a*s What have we done to something
that is free Water does not taste as pure
as it can be In return to appease the masses © 2024 Fia NaturieFeatured Review
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