Well Water Philosophy

I do not have time to discuss philosophy with you
So I wish you'd hang up the phone.
I don't know why you are so intent on calling me—
You never reach me.
Because I've got 60 math problems to do
As if I did not have enough of my own.
And I don't understand any of them.
But the math problems are beautiful at least
And at most they have an end.
I yearn for but a drip of the sweet wine of the thirstless well
But all I see is
Well
A Hell of a lot of
Molecules H2O.
And no Lucifer to spare for Hades' company
Tabasco
Is instead more akin to the flavor burning up my throat
As I try to answer the phone just one more time
Firing into the receiver
A ph of 14. The D fell off somewhere in grad school when I went over the edge.
And I know the only reason I ever wanted to heal people is because
I simply wanted to heal myself
And there you go again with your obsessive compulsive numeric phonotonic disorder
Driving me down that
Well
Water full of NaCl slips across my face as I fail to graph the solution.