Water Under the Bridge

Under a bridge where I sit, Watching the water go by, When along came a piece of **** And I had to ask myself, Why? Till water under the bridge to say, Did not seem appropriate anymore; Sitting there amidst the decay, More turds I saw from the shore. Now to shrug off, say what? Like water under the bridge, okay! But maybe off my damn butt And clean up the river I'll say. Till water under the bridge no more, No longer with a shrug to say it; I'm getting off of my butt before, Yet, another Cliché is full of ****.