The gelled water had a ready-made metal mold
The kind you find hanging around the outdoorsman's factory
It was strewn with gladiator buttresses and heavy concrete
And it took on opposite shaped osmosis
The octopus didn't lie about the mold
It followed the directions for the water, the lime-colored water
Insert only ounces
And as it sat it thought, "Pleasures have a way of working backwards"
And the card castle stood flimsy but strong
Supported by the glue of the concrete. And a ripped ribbon
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