Coffee mug’s still waiting
in the microwave.
I’ve pressed START, again,
for the third time.
I’d like to claim it’s because
I’m deep in thought,
in pursuit of witty, creative
words that rhyme,
Rather than being lost in a
deep internal fog,
with thoughts that change at
the drop of a dime.
Where is that mug of coffee?
In the microwave?
Oh crap. Guess I’ll have to
press START a fourth time!