My coffee is cold
and my temper is hot.
Your voice is hoarse;
your words fire off like a shot.
–
Arguing before ten a.m.
is really growing old.
I don’t know how much longer
I can drink my coffee cold.
#tbt
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My coffee is cold
and my temper is hot.
Your voice is hoarse;
your words fire off like a shot.
–
Arguing before ten a.m.
is really growing old.
I don’t know how much longer
I can drink my coffee cold.
Autumn Siders 