Cofee dropsA Poem by TedThe night was damp The judge’s voice had a soft crackle Like on a an old record, played in And out, till music, silence and gramophone Became one “You look like you could use a good cup of coffee Your honor” I spoke boldly in my defense, “Harvested from the fields And farms of Guatemala Touched by beautiful women, Soaked from the blood of so many revolutions And finally drank by the lips and tongues and throats Of so many corrupt judges Well, I think, your honor, you could really use Some of my soul touching dark Maragogype Maybe your judgment wouldn't be so impaired And I could go and drink my cup” The judge kept silent, I hoped for minimal The judge kept silent, took a sip And with a light stroke of a gavel, dark coffee Still dripping from his mustache He sentenced me to death. © 2011 Ted |
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