I am told I need to slow down
I know it is true
But then I open the milk
It spills: spilt milk
I chuckle, clean it up,
Throw the cloth at the sink
Stretch the milk tepid-frothy
See I made a shit coffee
Throw it and start over
Yes I should slow down
I can’t though
I’ve no time for bad lattes
And it is far to hard to swim
When you always almost drown.
