Facet pounds bricks,

Drip.

One after another hit, hit, hit,

The shampoo, soap, the rash inducing kit,

Drip.

Drip.

Creating the pool ripple in a perfect circle fixed,

Until the next and the next coming harder and faster bow thrown sticks,

The unbearable licks,

Defeats any bag of tricks,

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Blue limbs and bright red kicks,

Hive, exhaustion intermix,

Through the drip,

Drip.

Drip.

Now I want to be clear of the drips,

To quickly explain to the skeptics,

That it is no picnic,

But a torture burning wick,

The shower head harshly flicks,

And my eye simply drip.