Coffee
:Meeting a Challenge
The counter didn’t gleam, it wasn’t clean,
But the coffee was strong in the greasy spoon,
The eggs and bacon smell, transformed it well,
To refuge from reality with a tin box tune,
The dregs to hasty sips preparing for bosses whips
Of words of abuse and degradation of spirit,
The caffeine will end soon sustain them barely till noon
As hope of sleepy dreams unravel them
Gloom
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