Parched and
dehydrated
Dying dryly for
a drink
My hung up mug
with strings attached
Has me taken
to the brink
On wasteful
wicked mornings
Too fast for timely
treats
I crave for
heated liquid supplements
Until my frenzied
quest completes
With my mixture
brewing rapidly
Showing
strength I might regain
For Ten and
Six I pay the price
The least I do
to keep me sane
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