With that second coffee soothing thru veins it
normally berates I’m caught in a quandary as
to why; I’d hate to make a wrong assumption,
this is a great feeling - but is this the ‘perfect’
thing to die for - back in Olden Days when th’
measure for good work-effort meant seven at
least before lunch you’re reminded th’ saying
‘don’t count ‘em until th’ effect fades’ - ruled
Therefore I’m not going to fool myself its legit
unless pleasure progresses beyond the initial
savour into a recherché zone, where knowing
the favour’s repaid with no more than a mote
of the same - altho expressed as an antidote,
and I’ll be true to th’ fraternity’s ‘blue heaven’
© 31 January 2018, I. D. Carswell
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