The water

The water keeps rushing in

The other side of me keeps caving in

The otter and the bear are foreign to me

I'm not your brother or sis 

What's happening with this

And these things

Times lost on me

The water keeps rushing in

No matter what I do

It's clever product placement

The future will consist

Of paid advertising

And no artist will create a masterpiece

The dumbing of society

Will be on repeat

The water keeps rushing in

No other can compete

The nutrients from this fountain 

And this temple of rose

Will continue to deplete

No concern for preservation

No absurd hesitation

No elation

Just a sour spray

For the face and hands and the feet