A poem for the quarantined, the covid safe, and the dehydrated
This is an important PSA for all the girls, guys, and gays:
Your days are a tragedy, an endless abyss
You live in a dorm room, quarantine makes you wonder why you exist
The world feels absurd, you turn into Jean-Paul Sartre
Staring blankly at your Zoom, your succulents, and your cheesy wall art
You have begun to wonder, does it have any meaning?
This education, that career path, your political leanings
Your feelings are valid, they are real and scary, I need no persuading
But I have a quick question, please don’t find it degrading
When is the last time you drank some plain water?
Just a glass of H2O, or your Brita, have you forgot her?
You’ve hydrated your plants, you feel like a mom
But when is the last time you held water for your own balm?
This is not to say that the world has great meaning
Or that your absurdism is merely fleeting
But you may feel a bit better if you drink a little water today
It’s not much to as 60% of your body is comprised of it, and you need it as to not fade away
In days of yonder, you carried around that cute hydro flask
went sksksk when you dropped it or used a water fountain before class
Now alone in your room, I have begun to wonder
How is your water intake, now that all is asunder.
Here have a sip, now don’t you feel better?
The world is a mess, but you’re a hydration trendsetter
This is your friendly reminder before this poem comes to an end
Sure, the world is ending, but you could also drink some water my friend
Water fountain via Bwog Archives