Today I heard the story of a girl
who killed herself because she couldn't stand
black coffe for a lifetime-
Days were darker and bitterer than
the very end could possibly be.
I don't like black coffee.
I might hate it more than you.
But I'll drink my medicine and sing Mary Poppins songs
to get me through it.
I'm blessed with a vivid immagination.
I can immagine sugar.
It's not really that hard.
If you flip through a couple old notebooks of mine
you'll find me.
I'll be complaining.
I think that if I didn't have to drink anymore
somebody would go looking for me in those old groanings.
Don't be so sad
cause you made coffee taste bad.
But maybe kindness day to day
will scare the bitterness away.
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