You can lay in bed in the morning &
Let your "love" bring coffee to you,
As soon as she get's up to make her own.
She'll pour the sugar in
Add the cream too
Warm it just a 'wittull-bit'
Just the way she likes it
Now if you were like me
You'd get up and get
Your own damn coffee
Drink it black
One sip at a time
No alterations
To confuse your taste buds
No altercations between
You and yourself
Life is like a cup of coffee
Without sugar is bitter, true,
Yet still drinkable if you drink it
One sip at a time
Try and chug that cup all down
At once an
What happens?
Now coffee with sugar and milk
Luke-warm and chugable
Yet what is left over
In the bottom of the cup?
A pile of sugar that refuses
To let go
Unless you tip the cup
Lean back your head
And wait patiently...forever
Will you choke on it?
When finally it falls
Into your throat?
