With opening notes like bombast
Our song has no crescendo
But still serves to contrast
The lure of innuendo
My oasis in the desert
I begin by slow descent
Fingers hidden, tongue covert
Besiege the Fertile Crescent
Beguiled at every turn
As steady as my barrage
Yet unburdened by concern
While approaching my mirage
Was this illusion or does it exist
Hunger, thirst, and hope persist