Blue to the Last Drop
Mocking the locals who don’t understand that water waste hurts everyone in the land.
It felt so dry last night I
sprayed down my sidewalks,
They shimmered in the night sky
and made the spiders balk;
In morning it was still dry
so I did my rain dance,
My faucet’s leak beats so fly
I fell into a trance;
At mid-day it still felt dry
so I watered the lawn,
The mist kissed the arid sky
like fog or dew at dawn;
At night it was still quite dry
but no drops would come out,
I became blue because I
now felt dry as the drought.