3:21 A.M. Tuesday morning 17 January 2023 Somewhere in the USA... My eyes cracked open And I slithered forth To the pot That gives the caffeine Of which I crave Amidst the gurgles And snorts Emitting forth Came this aroma Smelling as sweet as The summer sun on Warm horseshit No need for a cup: I grabbed the pot And poured the contents Into my waiting throat Only to then realize I forgot The sugar Blerg!!! I cried And then I cried Some more Salty tears Running from My tightly shut Eyes I can only hope I don't burn The toast 17/01/2017
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What a sad story. Sounds like the day is already over.
Ohhhhhhh myyyyy what a poet my brother is 🥰🥰🤣🤣