A Spot of Honestea
Coffee used to bring
out the worst in me,
its potency
jangling my nerves.
Now it's better for
my psyche than tea.
Roasted beans, smooth or
bitter, are still just coffee buds.
I can trust what
I'm buying you see.
Speaking of tea, that Party is toxic
but I still do enjoy a spot.
I add honey (just a drop) —
but Sarah's their honey
(what a drip).
I hate to tear the bag a bit,
the leaves floating loose
in the brew.
Sarah leaves her brains behind,
her lips flapping loose
with her crew.
Speaking of loose, I much prefer
steeping it
in a glass pot to savor
the nuances of the blend.
It seems they favor
white bags — loud or bland —
the larger the better for
sleeping with.
Speaking of large, I do love
a heavy mug here in my hand,
one thick enough so I am
not burned,
They seem to love
a heavy gun right at their side,
one to have at the ready
if spurned.
Coffee used to bring
out the worst in me,
its potency
jangling my nerves.
Now it's better for
my psyche than tea.
Roasted beans, smooth or
bitter, are still just coffee buds.
I can trust what
I'm buying you see.
Speaking of tea, I still buy it
but I sure don't buy the Party.
Its idiocy
fucks with my psyche.
Toasted crumpets long forgot,
I despise the whole lot.
I don't trust what
they're selling you see.
MLydiaM ~ October 2011
I fearlessly offer this for Poetics at dVerse, where this week we are asked to consider
Taboo Subjects: How to be Fearless and Nothing Less!
The prompt is the brainchid of host, Kellie Elmore, whose blog is Magic in the Backyard. At her blog she offers a Free Write Friday (FWF), where "One of my more recent FWF prompts was a challenge for writers to step out of their comfort zone and expand their play on words in order to confront those taboo subjects we fear." Kellie mentioned "politics" as one of those subjects and that got me thinking......I have a feeling that clicking on the link will lead you to all sorts of taboos this week!
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