One is not enough. What a tease!
Relief out of reach.
My finances weep,
Like lined up sheep.
Lost change exchange for nectar aided sleep.
Dionysus would be oh so proud!
If only coming down wasn't oh so loud.
But I'll get used to this route.
I guess I just have to keep heading south.
Either that or pacify my mouth.
If anyone wants to save me,
Please give me a shout.
Until then, I am the eternal drought.
