You permit my digression into flowing ideas down a river through entertainment.
It takes me away from the tik-tok into the essence that sustains my wildest invention.
I breath freely in this state of breathless possibility and calmly in these rapid waters.
I backstroke and breaststroke, sidestroke and butterfly, and smile as the flow becomes me.
Gentlelady, would you propose a Bill to give me a lifetime in this flow?
In your final minute, final hour, final day in office vote for my need so that I may never leave this place.
You, I urge, can act now and take this opportunity, now, to fix my life.
I wash ashore and slowly direct the feet at my ankles to lift my life vertical.
And the country is dry, and the state is dry, and I am dry.