One day the faucets of the world
became irate when people
turned them off too tight and so
they chose to drip in anger,
a cacophony only they could hear.
When their demonstration ended
water flowed out the windows,
down the streets, flooding villages
and cities everywhere, a tsunami
sweeping everyone away.
No faucet could refuse to flood.
They have a union now, you see.
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