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.