This coffee is as bitter
As my sins must be to you
Forgive this lowly critter
I’ll try to be more true
A well-intentioned slacker
With nothing much to show
Whose heart is sometimes blacker
Than this steaming cup of joe
I shall forego consuming
Until I cleanse my mind
And remember once resuming
How quickly I declined.
Are You Reading Me?
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