Coffee Cup of Liberty
8.6.6

Chapped lips against this world's revolver,
Loaded and ready to fire.
My coffee cup of liberty and
Me alone in my ugly blue chair...
Again because
My life is blistered and yet unsown, with my new
War against the figure of maternity and,
I want to hate. I think,
Somewhere I want to say this isn't fair and stomp my feet.
I want to, in some sort of way of reason,
Condemn myself to ignorance just,
So I wont have to feel so much anymore.

My ugly chair and I ready to fire.
Keyboard half in tact, half in shape and
Beaten into surrender by
Nimble spider fingertips trained in which to follow,
My ultimate subconscious command.
All the subordinates aligned for battle.
The preparations and training over.
The way-ward romance has strikin dawn and,
It isn't going to work out after all,
But I've no choice but to push through the hurt.

My soldiers are reluctant and missing home.
Maybe more ammo will ease their pain.
Desperate to send them out against their intuitions because,
My ugly chair and I are certainly ready to hate.
Hate the world for it's cursed chap lipped laughter.
So I wont let my soldiers disobey, and
Don't preach to me of my cruelties,
For all I know of liberty is my coffee cup.