Black blood from coffee bean bitters water in my cup,
lifted out the silver spoon to take the pungent sup
from its concave grimace, from its helter-skelter head
"what are you supposed to be, you look ridiculous" it said
"Im a teacher, a teacher" Im required to dress smart"
"A teacher" I repeated during aplomb's depart
spoon's lips came tightly wrinkled and a crease came to it brow
then blasting from it's face, there came a deadly laughing howl
"What I'm I supposed to do" I said with dismal tone
"my credit card is bursting any capital ive blown
I mused a beatnik conduct and I vowed at 8 and 10,
well now I'm 5 and 2, I've 'roused from dreams back then"
my face the shade of denials truth and my mind stuck in the red
pored luke warm treacle from it's home into the hole of head
cringed the instant flavor and spotted spoon give a wink
slammed cup on to the washboard and culprit to the sink