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Water Baloney

Friday, January 18th, 2008

There must have been a time when water was free. A time, when one, did not have to pay to drink or use it - at least, not with money. Maybe, with one’s sweat? Or, is it with one’s head? Most likely both.

Nowadays, water costs (just look at your water bill) a pretty penny to use, be it for drinking, cooking, cleaning up or “watering the yard”. Yes, I thought watering the yard was kind of weird too, until summer came to Texas. My husband had to water the yard before it all (the lawn grass) died on us.

Water these days also comes labeled and bottled which adds to the cost, be it out of one’s pocket or Mother Nature’s.

A few months ago, I read that some bottled water, are so prized by water connoisseurs and/or people with too much money and not enough sense, that they can actually cost between 40-60 dollars a (750 ml) bottle. More, if bought in some fancy club(s) around Tinseltown.

I am probably, one of those who will not know and understand why those water elitist pay for the bottle, rather than the water. Still, when all is said and done, it is their money after all - right? It is also such Herodian attitude that pushes and keeps the bottled water business, floating in money and controversy. Of course, one could argue - am just envious of their “success”. But, since having loads of money and a business empire is not my idea of success, that argument fails to impress.

Anyways, with all that in mind I thought of writing a poem considering a scenario, 20 or so years down the road, when clean water has gotten so expensive and scarce that one needs pure comedic relief ( and tons and tons of prayers) just to get through the day:

Water Baloney

Water Baloney My grandchild wrote
to say – His father found
water, cheaper boiled
eight hours this way: