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What I Can't Live Without


Its as important to me as Christmas to a child.

Without it, I would probably go wild.

First my throat and then my head,

away with air, my body would be dead.

I honestly don't know what I'd do,

but my brain and organs would yell, 'boo-hoo!'

You'd think I would never have a problem of losing it,

but with pollution and and oil spills I'm scared soon there'll only be a little bit.

Whether a zombie apocalypse, or the end of the world,

theres nothing I couldn't live without more.

Water controls me and forever will,

I couldn't live with out it, not even a little.

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