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Six years and I still shudder I would close my eyes for a minute and see it I remember the metallic taste of the silver ware The agonizing muddying look of the concoction As it swirled around in the poorly washed cup I really doubt I would have minded much You see, the water was too much The cheap chocolate flavored powder too small It made me think of Oliver Twist Of the grave injustice on mortal men I still have nightmares about the kettle The way she would shake it with a vengeance And turn it carelessly into the cups The waiter serves me my coffee and I almost scream I can see her trying to get all cups to be even I suppose all of my nagging would be void If we didn’t get to see the undiluted contents at the base The way the black residue stared back at me; daring me No matter how many times I tried to convince myself, I believe that chocolate should not leave residues I stare at the cup in front of me It has gone cold whilst I reminisced. It is all brown and smug I wonder if this is how cold coffee looks I call the waiter concerning the bill My brain is messing with me. I swear the chocolate drink winked at me.
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Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 2:59 AM UTC
As Beverages Go
Six years and I still shudder I would close my eyes for a minute and see it I remember the metallic taste of the silver ware The agonizing muddying look of the concoction As it swirled around in the poorly washed cup I really doubt I would have minded much You see, the water was too much The cheap chocolate flavored powder too small It made me think of Oliver Twist Of the grave injustice on mortal men I still have nightmares about the kettle The way she would shake it with a vengeance And turn it carelessly into the cups The waiter serves me my coffee and I almost scream I can see her trying to get all cups to be even I suppose all of my nagging would be void If we didn’t get to see the undiluted contents at the base The way the black residue stared back at me; daring me No matter how many times I tried to convince myself, I believe that chocolate should not leave residues I stare at the cup in front of me It has gone cold whilst I reminisced. It is all brown and smug I wonder if this is how cold coffee looks I call the waiter concerning the bill My brain is messing with me. I swear the chocolate drink winked at me.
That one bad memory suffered in the school's lunchroom that doesn't seem to want to leave you.
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Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 2:59 AM UTC
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