California Irregardless: A Ghazal
A rose is a rose, or maybe not, they keep lettin’ the water out
soul is missing, too many housing starts end up lettin’ the water out.
In this drought is a missing stanza, not sure of their intentions
the California law’s no boogeyman, they keep lettin’ the water out.
That’s Ratto luck only in the Neenee world
luck’s different in God’s world, always lettin’ the water out.
With blankets pulled over heads, no can do the laundry
we judge the cut of Vargas’s lawn, how they’re lettin’ the water out.
Neenee says towels are not sufficient, God says that’s our luck
Emily, says Neenee, you seem tired. Please let the water out.
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