Just one last time,
One last sip.
The faucet is off,
I only want the drip.
The drop was sweet,
glazing, not greedy.
It isn't all bad,
it isn't all that I'm needing.
It's a hobby, harmless,
a wet vegetator.
Twist the faucet just a bit,
don't be a hater.
It's not very much everyday;
A few sips in a cup.
It won't take me again,
I totally know what's up.
Leave me alone.
I can drink what I want.
Everyone's got something.
It's not like I flaunt.
So I bought a hose.
It makes it easier to drink.
So I thirst a lot more.
It's not as bad as you think.
Fine! Ok! Whatever!
I have a problem, I know.
Yes, ok, I promise.
I'll let it go. But. . .
Just one last time,
One last sip.
The faucet is off,
I only want the drip.
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