Conquistador's Thirst Poem by Kewayne Wadley

One day I decided to buy a boat and set sail.
Upon drifting out I grew an unbearable thirst.
Surrounded by an abundance of water, the situation became dire.
I decided to sip from the palms of my hand.
The more I sipped, the thirstier I became.
The sides of the boat heavily tilting left then right.
Grains of salt began to fill my mouth,
Bringing forth the conscious bitterness of reality,
I was doomed, in the conclusion that all of the rain that filled the desert was gone. I had grown selfish in the thick of loves inebriation.
I couldn't help myself to such desire spilled forth.
I as well as the boat was stuck.
With nowhere to sail, until the rain collected again amongst the sober salt