Our last supper

by June 12, 2010 0 comments

when you take
hope off the table
and serve me
stone cold
any side
while leaving
me thirsty
for more
and then
when you
go and
desert me
and tell me
to wake up
and smell
the coffee
you have
not sweetened
well then
you have
not fed
my body
nor my spirit
and you leave
me with
no choice
but to go
to Starbucks

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