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Cup of Coffee

Every morning I cup my hands together Not pointed up to heaven But in the opposite direction of sincerity Martha pours hot scalding coffee into them Into the valley I created made of flesh and blood I pray for our protection as the liquid flows Trembling, it is too much for me to hold Hands weren't meant for drinking from Are not a proper receptacle for fluids She screams holly hell when it falls Calls me incompetent and lazy A misuser of liquids and beverages, a fluid loser The floor is no place to have your morning drink A proper cup of coffee in a copper cup would do I think Authors note: Please exercise extreme caution when ever handling hot beverages. Example: hot coffee. Never use your hands. Utilize a receptacle designed for such product consumption. Use a condom or 2 if you desire but it is not suggested for simply drinking coffee.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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