An Ode to Muses to Euterpe

Faithful Loitering

I don't care for your apologies,
They are promises as ridiculous as ancient mythologies.
Almost as worthless as pennies in the fountain of youth,
Not so sure any of them will add up to a summation of truth.
All they do is give the liquid a bitter taste
And a copper sheen of bitter waste.
I only ask for you and your wallet to listen,
Not for your chalice of lies to glisten.
Stop throwing yourself in my waters,
Or I may soon drain myself to prevent marauders.
You drink me as these coins cause me to overflow,
Stop before my supply runs climatically low.
All I have now is mist and penny slugs,
While you called the pirates the thugs.
Now you sail in rusted solution
And learn the detriments of pollution.