Float

My drinks enticing and sweet On a chair in the middle of the street My little floaters been dinged Roiling waves the edges singed The wood alive with roiling flame Waters pulsing like a broiling brain The cars flow downriver like syrup I float on my raft with an empty cup My chair cant sink among the heat Its not the damn drivers seat So I travel the world and surf My cup will never touch any turf Arms reach out the ocean waves In taking them the current fails They want saltless delight im sure I lift the parasol; sugar is the cure I reach down and share the fluid The current takes it, people included No matter i can surf without it So i crouch on the boards and sit Then lie and bask in the sun And the hands cant ruin the fun They still reach and pin me From below the board they see Grab my cup and take it I laugh and spit I let them take it where it belongs Bubbling under the wooden walls And I still have the suns fire It extinguishes the pyre The lapping waters cant burn My raft of wood will never turn Everything is so warm and free As long as my drink is lifting me