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I read my future in the coffee scum this morning
A particularly hardy flotilla of
Congealed creamer with
A speckled smattering
Of dried instant coffee bits crowning
It like some volcanic mountain
Chain, bleeding their
Carob rivers into the
Miasma of lighter colored
Café muck all whirling in the
Center and breaking up—
Forming eddies and
Jet streams
Oh the…topology
What will mankind do on this
Incredibly shrinking planet?
Waters rising, forests becoming
Waste places
Then some cataclysm or other
Wiping the cluttered surface clean…
The Non Dairy Garbage Scow Armada
Has all broken up
Into a million
Tiny
Bits
Polluting the now uniformly tan
Slightly acidic
Caffeinated sweetened
Rapidly cooling
But still just about right beverage
For my enjoyment
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