Pour in a vial of passion,

The kind that sets hearts fluttering,

And leaves desires igniting

Afterward, add a ring of rose petals,

Their scent so sickly sweet,

Satin to the touch,

Like lust flushed skin

Next, mix in a bit of contempt,

Surely, you’ll need that, too

No couple always gets along

For good measure, pour in a sip of coffee,

Bitter and burning on the tongue

And finally, filter in a fraction of your soul,

Filled with liquid moondust,

And all sorts of strange, sometimes ugly things

There you have it, a truly mystical concoction,

Brewed with the purest of love

And illest of intentions

“Something‘s missing. Something‘s wrong.

I used to know where I belong,

but now each day feels like a fight.

Nothing in my life feels right.

My mom tap-dances on my nerves.

My father has this way with words

that makes me feel like I’m a child.

My credit bill is running wild...

And then there’s the environment...

Let’s not start on the President!

My friends are all so self-obsessed,

and my chihuahua is possessed!

My Facebook posts are massive fails,

I’m terrified of vapor trails...

Oh, I just want the world to stop!”

“... Ma’am, this is a coffee shop.”

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