a mug will never truly lose
a mug will never truly lose
all its juices, liquids whose
vitamins, when taken solely
to resent that which is holy,
can amount to grievous pain,
and eternal, mournful rain,
for the scars caused by its hit
would cause shattering; each bit
holds potential to cut deep,
put you into restless sleep.
it is up to you to choose,
but mugs will never truly lose.
©LukaKorba
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