He drank coffee
thought he'd stop
just clean it up
with a mop
He drank coffee
for thirty years
became so revved up
forgot his fears
He tread where
the child
would not go
lost his instinct
His lazy eye
telling him slow
and when did he
finally slow
He was acting
on the order
of an ulcer
telling him so
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