Into my dark mug I glare
Do I believe, what tea leaves heed
Like scrambled eggs on top of wheat
Merely remnants of... a beast I chose to eat
And still I stare
Once again there's no message here
Hidden, nor anywhere
I guess it's just what I choose to see
The solid facts which lie before me
Are that, I asked for rye
And more specifically over easy
Now, that’s the true conspiracy
And wait a darn minute!
That’s why the fates deny revelation
No leaves, no signs, nothing, but blank slates
White marshmallows in hot chocolate bobbing, mocking