"The Thirst"

Running like a man possessed
Just totally obsessed
With the smell and the taste
Not wanting to waste
The smallest of dropsThe reaper of a crop
So divinely sweet
Bitter barely and wheat
The need powering the want
The brewing teasingly taunts
The golden nectar quenching my thirst
Tis all of my dreams and thoughts at first
It puts me in a place that I shouldn’t be
And makes me do things you should never see
It arouses my senses
At all others expenses
‘Cause I’m running like a man possessed
Just totally obsessed
With the smell and the taste
All my life to waste
The smallest of drops
I am the reaper’s crop
It’s really not so sweet
As they lower me down deep