Here I stand,
A majestic cascade,
In my hand,
A rose about to fade,
It was my friend,
Must rescue her from the dead,
I overflowed and killed it instead.
Here I stand,
An old faucet broken,
In my hand,
A pile of dish to rinse,
When mom is done,
Tries to turn my switch,
I overflow; it's my glitch.
Here I am,
A poet self-proclaimed,
In my mind,
Are time-proven thymes,
Poems of all kinds
No one would read,
I overflow my poetry indeed.
I am the cascade,
Mourn for roses I've killed,
A broken faucet,
That refuses to be still,
Yet again, offering no apology,
Lawyers overflow, just like me.