Cup Of CoffeeA Poem by Earl SchumackerKitchen etiquetteCup 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 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
© 2016 Earl SchumackerAuthor's Note
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Added on September 12, 2016 Last Updated on September 13, 2016 Tags: coffee relations, silly, hot topic, instructional AuthorEarl SchumackerAtlantic City, NJAboutB.A. Degree in Literature and Language. I enjoy writing short stories, poetry, novels and keeping up with new scientific discoveries. I enjoy philosophy and Art appreciation. more..Writing
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