POLITICAL CONUNDRUM

I stood by the Well and considered my thirst.

The Pump seemed rusted and doubt stabbed my parched, burning greed.

Shall I try for just a few drops of that precious resource?

Or shall I siphon madly and drain the fragile Host?

Just one more chance might be all I get.

And, yet, my arrogant, privileged life has taught me...

That there will always be another drop, another scam, another feeding frenzy

Towards fulfilling my continued existence.