third cup of coffee
I promise you I will work until the earth has shriveled into a husk,
I will in earnest devote every hour of my life from dawn until dusk
To that cause you praise and sing and venerate.
I will be thorough and leave no room for debate.
This hope is my life;
I will take whatever I must in stride.
I'm your addict, your beggar, your jack,
Throw me a halfpence, and I'll give a million back.
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I'm a very busy physics major who writes "poetry" sometimes. I'm really into dadaism and the artistic revolution of the 1960s, and, cringey though it may sound, I think there should be a revival of that movement, which may be why I stick around here sometimes. It may be worth mentioning that I'm an atheist; I appreciate your religious sentiment, but all you'll get back from me is humanly good will.
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