Tall Glass of Agua
Roman agua
delivered to your door step
the quench comes next
when it comes clutch
right on time
like a cyclone
that rips across terrain
expected ransom got's to be handled
a tener que and chug your Roman agua
drink till you drop
Roman agua is drowning
inside this poem
inside you
Roman agua has the last say
Copyright © Coy Bothwell | Year Posted 2022
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