It is its own identity.
Without its obnoxious, yet delightfully soothing lullaby sounds,
The day would be an endless one full of turmoil,
Anxiety and horrific boredom.
Its deafening sound can sometimes be like a small kitten purring
As it rubs its body against your leg
Just happy to be acknowledged as your cat
Or it can be a freight train slowly riding over sheets of aluminum
As you cringe with each sound yet marvel in anger at its mighty length
And you cry to yourself because you know it's not going to end
And all the while the urine is building up in your bladder,
Which if it were to be removed from your sweaty, lifeless body
It would resemble a water balloon on the verge of explosion.
The sound decibel never changes,
It remains constant.