Sore the Morning AfterA Poem by Dripping Chocolate MadnessAn essay on the importance of coffeeMorning, do. Do it two. Awaken, shaken, black and blue. Turn me please, another hue. For, I don't like these colors. Crawling through The air like glue A faded, jaded, Manitou I've taken breaks, and Advil, too... I think I'll take another. Coffee, brew! Make me new. Make me quake and jitter, too. I simply don't know what else to do... I'm melting here, like butter. Stand, askew A sad lean-to A creaky old teepee that's leaky and loose I'm freaky and sneaky and violent, too... Until I've had my cuppa.
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StatsAuthorDripping Chocolate MadnessWandering, RIAboutNot a writer, but I do it anyway. I'm also not a chef, musician, masseuse, guidance counselor, philosopher, or survivalist. But again: never stopped me before. I DO, however, happen to be a giant p.. more..Writing |