Swimming a Pond

I know I shan’t try it, again: Plunging into water of any sort For the thrills by the crazy sought: The Obviously Robbed of True Gain! The last time I did Drank two liters I didn’t need, The pond ever holding out an opened lid! The fullest pints of untreated water, Daring me to a single word mutter Or even a mere syllable utter; The beats of my heart, a wild flutter! What a plot To have one in water rot, The press serving the headline, very hot About the Brought to a Naught By greenish water, 200 pm on the dot All too soon frantic legs kicking And chaotic thoughts fanning, As death continues its presence asserting. It is less of redemptive energy And more of a loser’s lethargy Oxygen-withholding waters vouchsafing no apology. So, I should be readying for the longest sleep: For a bed in the mortifying deep; What shall my Loved |Ones cause to weep And many hearers their skin creep.