Drip Poem by Jerry Buckley

Ghostly sound, this sucking, this swirling
Such a hissing slow refrain
This filthy oil-skimmed scumb encircling
Slurping through my bathtub drain

The problem is, these waves of aqua
Nagging at my soggy ears
Impersonate my poor personna
Thus descending dreadful spheres

Annoying drip, obnoxious bother
As I step into my clothes
Plinks of this looser's living water
Drip, drip, drip down fortune's hose

Last coins dropped on an empty hour
As I reap what I had sown
Drip, drip; my towel is stinking sour
And I feel so damned alone

'Voice of One' @ Jerry Buckley