I Have To Have One
I see the mug and I want what's in it
I've been staring ALL DAY at this mug
And now I'm looking at the bottom of it
Warm to the touch
Now bone dry
Clean & ready
For morning
I have to have one
And then I have to brew for myself
The stuff
And then I have to drink it before gets cold
And every time I look at this mug
I want what's in it
Sometimes I think about filling it with something I know I don't like
As if the mug with make it better
The mug looks good in my hands
And on the coffee table
And knocked over on the floor
When I see people get upset, I think
They need a mug filled with the stuff
That would be a well-timed mugging
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