Morning Coffee
Hot, bitter, concoction of life.
Energizer, motivator, reason for living -
Why can't I find a bigger cup?

Hot, bitter, concoction of life.
Energizer, motivator, reason for living -
Why can't I find a bigger cup?
Thick with envy, I am not.
Thick with sludge, my cold coffee is.
A spoon stands in it and mocks me.
My warm beverage is no longer enticing.
Still I drink.
Face contorts at the bitterness.
Lovely aftertaste.
Ahh, cold coffee.
Morning. No fresh coffee.
*SCREAM*
Microwave, rescuing me in my despair.
Now I can last, till the fresh java is brewed.
There is no worse fate
for a cup of water
to be burnt to the taste
of some vile fluid
called "Coffee".
Cat.
On my lap.
Refuses to relax.
Instead, he prefers to get hair in my coffee.
Stupid shedding cat.
Oh mighty king
your sausage so tempting.
Your servant loves Jo,
and I must eat at your table.
Breakfast at BK is a royal treat!
Drowning.
Drowning in
hot liquid
melting my
body into nothing.
I am but a
lonely ice cube
some fool put
in their coffee.
help