Found on The City.
Mike Vasas, 2004.

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Drowning of Aaron Corpis

Help me, sir!
I need your service, because I'm drowning in this river.
Save me, sir!
I see you're clean and dry, your pants are pressed,
You see my face and you think less of me.
I'm sorry, son, but I can't help you;
I'm too old to get my suit so dirty.
Help me, mam!
I need your inner-tube, so I can stay above the waterline.
Save me, mam!
I see you putting on your sun-tan lotion,
and laying out to get yourself a tan, please lend me a hand.
I'm sorry, sir, I can't help you
I need my color and later I need my highlights.
Help me, friend!
I used to send you cards and wish you well, but somehow it was all shot to hell.
Save me, friend!
Remember long ago, we'd made a vow to help each other; that time is now.
please don't go!
I'm sorry, friend, I can't help you;
Long ago, I gave up on people who don't vote liberal.
Someone help!
For I am getting tired of fighting with this river.
Help me please!
But if it's too much trouble then call me back,
When you get a chance free up your pressing schedules.
I'm sorry that I can't stay here.
But now I'm drifting below.

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