Flipped and Flopped

Mud

There's a patch of mud on the banks of the Patapsco,
Down by the black mud on the banks of the Patapsco
I have a green lawn chair where I like to go. 

I put my feet up on some large gray rocks. 
My feet rest on some large gray rocks,
And my mind sinks into the flow and flops

Like a fish in a tire in the cold blue river,
Like a fish in a black tire treaded in the river,
And my chair slips slowly into the mud.  Thud. 

~Hammeh  

P.S. - This is in a blues form.