Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Ghost in the Coffee Machine

It buzzes and hisses
It turns and grinds
It shits out liquid fire
But no one really minds

The ghost in the coffee machine
It spoke to me today
It said words of pain and fire
That I couldn't comprehend anyway

We tried hard to communicate
But we couldn't make a headway
The only emotion I sensed was hate
Anything else, it wouldn't say

Now the coffee is extra bitter
It tastes of desire
And dreams crushed really fine
The coffee machine tells me to resign

Just some random weirdness. The coffee machine in office is my best friend.

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