Coffee breaks

When there is more than one cup
in front of you then you have a problem
my friend, you have to choose which one
two arms yes, but one mouth is the destiny
my friend, and hope is not sworn of the
broken cup. Majesty is not assimilated unless
by an historic act of murder on the battlefield
and even then we accept it if there is a tapestry
the fables woven there are the truth
caring for our young
two meters by two
and a desert of cables leading to the childrens bedroom
console games scattered in the bookshelves
the shopping never quite made it to the fridge
the always left on light switch
the stove controls that always broke
the elements that fried pans and non-stick surfaces
a specialty make them heavy thick and sticky
by turning up the heat
making life hell
making it work in
the kitchen where
life is not fun

caring for the young
making sure they are fed
given a sophisticated and cultured web of friends
people they can meet with and plot their business plans
but close up relations cause rifts and muck slips over the solid
portraits you keep straighting on the walls of your admiration
the bitter mouth calls, you are manifestly absurd, dark and absorbed

life is not fun
caring for the young
its more serious than that
keep it happening at the right
time of their lives

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