Law Of Accelerating Precision

Poem By Max Reif

Practicing desires,
we become so precise.

'62% decaf
& 38% regular! '

I said
to the barrista
this morning,

and she and I
and the guy
behind me
had a good laugh,

knowing it's all too real,

that demanding devil
inside us.

Comments about Law Of Accelerating Precision

Clever piece Max. I liked it. I'm all for the decaf. Coffee is cool, love the taste. Try to keep it to just one or two cups a day but its very easy to get hooked on the old caffeine. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX

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