View From The Cup

I drank my coffee Then jumped in the cup To see the cool views From inside, looking up I imagined rowed teeth Flanking a tongue Pink and juicy like Gooey bubblegum And fronted by lips Both lined and puckered Smacking themselves Like plump bloodsuckers But fortunately That was all made up Except for the part Where I jumped in the cup The cup didn’t grow Instead I turned teeny The size of a tack Like a lamped genie I did see bright sky Without a rainbow That was suddenly Dimmed by a shadow But there was real fear When I was picked up For someone was going To fill up the cup I wanted to scream But hadn’t a voice So small in that cup Of black Taster’s Choice How could I survive In a caffeine sea I was to drown from Curiosity But then remembered Though remained unseen We had no more coffee In cans nor as beans I rejoiced with glee But then in a blink Was poured down a drain And looked up from the sink Which may seem hopeless But it was part two Of the next task that I was going to do