Bitter coffee,
caffeinated thoughts,
a living fidget in clothes,
happy, distraught,
A kitten runs gingerly,
the motorway is alive,
which way to go,
flattened or to survive,
I meow into the paper cup,
I should stop drinking,
I’d have better luck,
at stopping thinking.
Original poem by © Darius the Mate
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