Steam kettle over boiling, bubbles getting bigger and bigger and bubbling more and more violently, seething at the nozzle, tipping its lid, blowing it off in a huff of gustiness, boiling kettle lid lifting off, a rocket towards the outer space, hot water spilling everywhere, getting burned, scalded, blisters popping and blood in the neck spurting.
Having no complaints, no wounds, no pains, nothing to say, no one who will listen, words to be used against you, tipping the seesaw up and down, a scale that measures too full, a problem full of more problems needing to be solved, a bad apple in a basket.
No worries, nothing to tell anyone, a tightly closed bag of secrets, steam inside getting hotter and hotter, lid beginning to lift, another blow out, another time to shoot off to the stars, a rocket of hot boiling water with no complaints.
No way we can help you, looking for another to complain, not secreting any secrets, drinking hot black tea, a sip a day keeps the doctor at bay.
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