Coffee Cup

There's a person in my coffee cup
my coffee cup
MY coffee cup
it seems I have no luck

Everytime I look down she's there
Preening locks of beautiful hair
But not more beautiful than mine... so there!

And she's pretty thin... but not thinner than I
This coffee cups circumfrence is larger than my thigh
I wonder if she's ready to die... of envy.

All I ever see is her face
and her hand as she runs it 'cross her cheek
It seems she's ready to speak
At last! the due that is my place
So I lean my ear close to her face

She looked at me and stated primly
"You want to know what I see?"
"I'm everything you'll never be."

After that I switched to tea.


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