Day 21’s Prompt: Write an ‘object’ poem
The first thing I grab in the morning;
To fill it with that fabled black elixir
Shall aid me in finding my face again
And ensure that I stagger out the door
At the wretched appropriate time
(Or close enough to it, anyway)
And shall make the day more agreeable
Until my hand starts to twitch for a second cup.
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