Pic from here
Strong black coffee I drank.
Now my mouth tastes bitter and thus
other lips would find testing my ones
To stand up, to be really upright
in this so weird, ill and naughty world
I need hugs and too cuddles: so blight
drops and I can be better than odd
No one can stand up, upright alone
each of us is just only a poor thing
our lives are all like a weak moan
we are as bird without any wing
Human beings … are such some poor thing
women, men, always thus: error prone
enough fragile to fall down, to cling
each day to someone else as a stone
Strong black coffee I am.
Like my mouth, tastes bitter me too.
Other lips wouldn’t test my ones more
SL, Elven Forest. June, 10th 2022