Thirst No More
Thirsting...oh so very thirsting.
For what?!
For justice?
... For trouble?
Are they one in the same?
I know not.
I *CARE* not.
... But I can endure
this parchedness
NO more!
If it is trouble you want,
it is trouble you shall get!
The desert in my throat -
my very voice! -
it must find rain.
And it shall drink.
Oh, it shall drink RICHLY!
NO MATTER WHAT.
For I will bear this thirst
at my peril if that is the price bore.
For what is the worth of being
just to be dry of mouth and voice.
If it must be, then let it!
For I shall guzzle for silence's healing!
Even if Hemlock remains my only choice!