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L’etendard Sanglant

When does the revolution come?

For me it was when they took away my coffee.

There was no logical response but to raise the bloody flag of revolt,

Just as soon as I had my morning coffee,

but I can’t have my morning coffee,

damn the man and his catch 22s,

the revolution stops,

before it ever starts.

I punch my time card and drone on,

no coffee,

no joy,

and no end in sight.

Categories: Poetry
  1. July 17, 2010 at 7:46 am

    Brew a pot, man. And chew on coffee beans. And wear coffee cologne. Screw the man!

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