Feelin' 22

"All roads lead to Rome."

All right so you helped break the dry spell.  After all, it was the Romans who invented the aqueducts, and after a series of extremely humid summer days, my curiosity you had quenched more than once.  Of course the first one I will never forget because finally, all that screaming was not just in my head, when Nero had the whole city burn down in flames.  The city had become a ghost town where ghosts slept in.

You were quite agitated, and I would understand why.  I used to be in your place, I used to be used like that.  I fear I still can be sometimes especially when I'm not careful and the irrigated water dries up during the extended window periods.

I still remember when we walked to the piazza, you sauntered as if you were dancing.  You had that distinct gait of a volleyball player, a setter not a spiker.  I'm sorry I couldn't give you much of myself anymore, not in the near future or thereafter.  Not with that foul mouth of yours.  Its waft certainly brings down the sail of any would-be expedition.

I will try to break it to you gently.  You need to know and do something about it before the senate stabs you in the back.