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
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