I was hoping to see
an Earl Gray cup of tea.
when I woke but it was
just a cupful of awes.
So I asked my dear friend
for the Indian Blend
but it tasted like pee
if you really asked me.
But you chose to believe
that all men are naive.
So to hell and beyond
I shall never respond.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Having never drank coffee or hot tea, I have spared myself the grief over such details....but don't ask me about Mexican beer.