He offers me a glass of wat-
er. "Is it wet enough for you?"
"It's wetter than a river ot-
ter rolling in the morning dew."

He offers me a glass of wat-
er. "Is it wet enough for you?"
"This water tastes like liquid cot-
ton sifted through a burning shoe."

He offers me a glass of wat-
er from the common well's abyss.
"This water looks as red as Trot-
sky's eye and tastes like Stalin's piss."