Cup

Cup

Sweet little cup

Sitting on the bench

With water yet to drink

A glance at the cup

With thirst yet to quench

My throat dry and sore

Yet cup sit idle on the bench

Help help a cry for help

To whom it may concern

The master

The keeper of the cup

Says wait

Yes I'll wait though my throat

Soar and dry

What a wait 

A long wait it is 

No choice but to wait

Master must be blind

My eyes running out of tears

He must really be blind 

Though his eyes behold my face

And his ears welcome my fainted voice

To him it's a joke

My pain makes him laugh 

But why cry so much when 

I only need but a sip

To quench my thirst

Hahaha master laughing out loud

He knocks off the cup

From the bench

And watch my reaction 

For a joke

Pow!

Cup came crashing on the floor

The water splashing all over

I fell on my knees

Devoured by pain and anguish

I couldn't help but try

To wet my tongue on the floor

But a kick on my belly

Got me tumbling over

The master

The keeper of the cup

How cruel a man can be

In pain a cry I would mutter

Why waste the water?

When a thirst is yet to quench