POEM DAY: to the people who sell me coffee - 2003-09-09 11:16 a.m.

poem time!

there's this place i go to every morning tht has amazing coffee, and i love it and the people there so much i wrote some poems about it.

To The Coffee At Marcello's: an anthology of pomes
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1.
sometimes, when i drink you
my bathing suit area gets all tingly
AAAAGHHH!!!! HOT COFFEE IN MY LAP!!!!
IT BUUURNS!!!! DAMN MY CLUMSINESS!!!

still i love you more
i don't care that you scald my crotch
i feel lucky you chose to pass

this burning sensation

to me.

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2.
the people that sell you to me are really nice
not like at starbucks
where they held me down
and crapped in my mouth

i guess it was my own fault
for ordering a venti mocha tazzo chai crap latte
with extra crap

and no foam.

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3.
i am completely addicted to you
because you don't taste like crap
and you only cost a dollar
you have less diseases than a crack whore
but you cost about the same.

VALUE.

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Brenna's reaction to these poems:

Brenna says:
LOL> oh my god i actually spit out my yogurt laughing

Brendan says:
HAHA awesome!!!
that makes my day

Brenna:
good thing im here alone

Brendan says:
where did the yougrt land?

Brenna says:
some on the monitor...a little on the desk and the rest on me.
i swear to god it looks liek someone jizzed on me