My šŸ€luck or global warming?

Time to ā›µsail the high seas

A balmy breeze kisses my face

Salty air a snack to satisfy me

Ocean currents do what they will

I still take a big šŸŒŠspill in the drink

Donā€™t drink it, youā€™ll get sick

Ainā€™t my kink

Fill the sink, overflowing

Moving here, moving there

I donā€™t know where Iā€™ll end up

Nor end

šŸ¤²šŸ½Praying night and day for the rising tide

Tideshigh for me of late

My šŸ€luck or global warming?