Ginger Ale

You remind me of some
I got a longing for some
Nothing changed
I’m still a
Female

They drink
From the well
As well
As the river
Most is
Living water
Till she be needing that
Ginger
Ale

“He drinks me”

She describes
What ails her
She says there’s something
Missing
Her deep-down-within
Isn’t right
So she needs a
Glass
Sparkling sweet fizzy

Oh dear
Honey
We shoulda told you
Don’t sip

He’s Living

Is there a thirst this Water
Cannot subside?
Don’t be giving any
Money or attention elsewhere
Devote your
Lips
Tongue
And gulp
And grab a jug
And fill a barrel
To the brim
And don’t let nothing else
In
Stir stir
Be filled with
Open your mouth wide
And then shut it.

“Miss, what would you like?
We have erhh ginger-”
I cut him short.
“Water is fine
Thanks.”