...but you can't make him think

Steady Erosion
I was driving along
the Mississippi River
yesterday and
happened to
glance down
at the river.
The section
I was looking down
upon appeared
just really...pathetic.
A weak trickle.
Right then I wanted
to hike down to the
river bottom and shout,
'You call yourself Mighty?
Are you kidding me?
My dog pisses more than this
each morning at six o' clock!'

I'm pretty sure
I could use a vacation
from my scars.