The pool by the beach, the new kind
Of pool, where the waterline’s level
With the top of the wall holding it in?
Yes, I know what you mean. I know
That kind of pool. But not the pool,
Not the one you’re talking about.
Dude, I’m telling you I don’t know it.
You can tell the story without me
Knowing which one you mean, right?
It could be any pool like that—are you
Simply trying to establish that they’re
Rich? The people in the story, is who.
“What people?” You tell me. It’s your
story. Man, come on, spill it or don’t.
Whoah, slow down, put that down,
There’s no need for that. I was just
Saying that I know what you mean
Without needing to know every bit
Of it. Just give me the gist. The gist.
Rhymes with wrist.