Water — Three Flawed

I just can’t suss
that life guard.

I gets his
gorgeous hands
on me.

OK,
so I have to squirm
so he puts 'em
just right.

He gets to rescue
a beautiful girl,
namely me.

He takes me
all the way
to the edge
of the pool.

So strong,
so masterful.

So why’s he irate
when he finds
I faked it?

poem

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dish dosh
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