Empty Water
Don’t let that giant Meyer lemon out by the well anymore.
The lemon is taking all the minerals and nutrients out of our water by a process of reverse go-go-frugging — and I ain’t talking about no telemarketing research malfeasance and such.
No, I’m talking about that giant lemon playing The Trashmen’s “Surfin’ Bird” — and acting out the final scene from Pink Flamingos by our well out back.
Don’t you hear that song like clockwork at 6:09 every morning?
Oh, and don’t you think it’s a coincidence that the ubangi bangi car drives by just after we hear that song every Monday thru Friday?
Don’t you see how we’re depleted of calcium and magnesium? Don’t you see how withered we look?
Our water is full of empty water, Madge!
No minerals.
Ain’t you been feeling pekid? You certainly look it!
Looka’ that lemon out there dancing like it’s 1963!
This is Fall at 6:42 a.m. on 11/14/20. Jamaica Plain, MA. (2/4)
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