Dear Shampoo

Oh, please, tell me, dear shampoo,

As the water droplets scrape my back,

What the meaning of life is to you,

You who simply sits upon a rack.

Perhaps your meaning is defined by me,

For I’m your only friend.

Such an existence I do envy,

To know your start and end.

I appreciate your concern,

But I assure you, I’m fine.

I like the water’s burn

Wrapping around my spine.

Is underneath the shower’s rain

The only place I can feel my pain?