oh, the ways we conjure
up, wicked ways we call healing
neediness diguised as love
prejudice scantily clad in kindness
attempting this goodness as if
drawing water from a well, it is
simply intended to quench our own thirst
Uncle Toohey was as correct as I feared
satisfied thirst our measure for philanthropy
our hands are leaky vessels when put
to our own mouths
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