LOVE Poem: WATER LINE UP, by Andy Betz

Sung to a catchy island beat, the second use of the word August is pronounced in a way to rhyme
with the word, trust

My lady was my best friend. None could be sweeter
She came with a smile. Every time I greet her
She’s good with a knife. So I never beat her

But, she hates island life. Says it just depletes her
So I find a better job. Now I take the Prozac
My work will soon kill me. By stroke or cardiac
I hate my long work days. All pull and no slack
So I quit the next day. My tub is my new shack

Water line up, I be smokin’
Water line down, I be strokin’
All alone, so there’s no pokin’
Seriously, I’m not jokin’

The rent is due on Monday. And I’m not so rich
I sent the check on Sunday. To the landlord bitch
I post it with no stamp. So I made the switch
Postman told her Tuesday. New he is her snitch

The sun shines all day. From August to August
I moved in with brother. The only man I trust
His lady is a Beauty. Now I have the lust
My shorts are getting’ tighter. To the tub I must

Water line up, I be smokin’
Water line down, I be strokin’
Think’ bout Beauty, so there’s no pokin’
Seriously, I’m not jokin’

Another day goes by. From the tickin’ of the clock
Another year slips by. From the growth of my dreadlocks
Another chance with Beauty. Can this door be locked?
Tubbin’ ain’t just bathin’ and roosters ain’t just cocks

Water line up, I be tokin’
Water line down, she be strokin’
Here with Beauty, so lots of pokin’
But serious man, I’m not jokin’