Inside of me there are two rivers
fed by lakes, and ocean too.
They water grass and sometimes swimmers
so it behooves me to keep them blue.

And there are times when one is blocked,
which makes the others’ waters rise.
When one throws boats upon her rocks
the other surges, gushes, thrives.

You’d think them even would be best
to keep these rivers fed.
Or maybe even dry one up
to see where the other really led.

But they aren’t the same, or even sisters
They’re rivals through and through.
To keep the verdant hills and vistas
My rivers need to feud.

So if one were to build a system,
to engineer the flows and fount,
Be forewarned and really listen,
because one serves pussy, the other cunt.