Thursday, September 29, 2016

The Coffee Plot

The coffee maker is trying
to murder me.

Overfilling my cup with scalding
hot liquids.

Spilling all over the counter
and floor.

I see its obvious evil plot
to murder me.

To burn me, or drown me,
or cause me to slip on the wet floor.

I see the hate in its glowing,
brewing eye.

I know your kind, and I
know of your thirst for vengeance.

You failed your brewness,
you failed to get me.

The last laugh will
be mine coffee maker.

It will be mine.

Ooh, my stomach… 

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