you come to my well to nourish yourself
you lament that the rope burns your hands
you complain that the pulley squeaks
but you continue drinking
you continue taking, all the same

I tell you to toss in a coin and make a wish
because I'm full of magic
but you say what my well has to offer
isn't worth a penny or a dime
or even an ounce of your time

and I sigh
when will I learn to deny you
stolen noursihment
from the very first drop?