Demons And Coffee
By Lord R.e. Taylor
He does not look at mirrors
The images always scare him
Not just his own face
But what is in his eyes
The fire and hatred deep within
Things he does all he can to lock away
Sometimes they can come close
Smelling the scent of freedom
Their claws sharpen as their grip tightens
They want to attack and destroy
All because there is no coffee made
We all know that is the ultimate sin
A sin that calls for revenge
Thank God he can hold them back
There in no one to blame but himself
Besides that, he can always get some at 7-11
© Poem – IX/VII/MMXXVI
LRET
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