The Camel

I wish I could drag the camel by it's two humps to water and force it to drown, by drinking to much, then for you to die from dehydration, but I can't ever force anyone to swallow knowledge. So all I can do is pray, is after you cut the weight, properly rehydrate, because life's boxing ring, can just be just small enough, to feel as if you're in a gas chamber, gasping for air, channeling every cable channel, ever viewed, trying to catch a second of breath, to request a third breath, so you don't have to dig into a bottlomless well, where water is the last place you saved to save your heart, as you try to tuck your chin again, to prevent a Knockout, but nothing in the surviving rulebook, ever came with directions to prevent, this event, no preparations, preparing death, a lost, or a robbery, when common sense hits your temple, or your tears have hit your body,shots ring as loud as something, some things are always missing, so who do I call to defend me, Life, Love, God, Or You, tell me!