Coffee Alone
by XXXX
And pity us, this generation of sighing:
Our coffee is expensive, and we must
speak to one another through a membrane
of insincerity: Society is our body bag.
So cry for me. I am ready to die today,
have been ready this morning,
will be ready tonight, tomorrow,
ready even after I am already dead:
Ready now more than ever.
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* as always
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Too true. *
Oh boy. Yep.
We are a bunch of self-indulgent, self-pitying, self-isolating, self-ish little narcissists, aren't we?
Understandable.