Reality For Two

“You like it black, if I remember, don’t you?” “Oh no, for I take mine with some sweetness.” “Two lumps will then do?” “Oh please make it three for neatness” While some prefer it with clumps of kindness Others prefer to take it more bare Some detest it when it is cooled to sadness Others have little regard or care A scalding blackened bitter cup of reality Is ever a thing for one’s mind to endure A tickling taste of Sanity Is something I hope you prefer