I've moved to
Humor me.
Go on.
It won't take very long.








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Lukewarm green tea
hardly strives to please
and yet, its wilted, crumbling leaves
still sate my thirst and quench my need
for whatever reprieve I bleed.

Not that I'm bleeding or anything of course,
merely a turn of phrase, a rhyme that strives and fails to please
Perhaps again I'll take a sip
and hearken to those unassuming leaves

besides, I'd rather rhyme with bleed
than imply any fault, say weed.
Green tea, that's all I really have
content with worry that unabates
maybe I'll skip a step and wait
a comforting workload awaits
I'd rather lather up and sleep
than keen at company I keep

Besides, no hangover conspires
to rob me of my coarse desires

Yes, its advantages are clear
green tea will always outshine beer.


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curiously enough, I've only tea bags
which credits my imagination
for inventing tea leaves in whatever bout of inspiration or irrelevence I've had.

And black tea truly is preferably to me. But Green is just as eloquent a color, and I am fond of Garrett if not beer. Glen Cook is talented indeed, I fear... he's addicted me to his PI and I've grown fonder still of Morley and his dietary swill. I wonder if anyone on DA's ever heard of Garrett's exploits in Sweet Silver Blues and the following series. Well, I've cruised through three. And 'ave yet to find another such compelling and such trashy fantasy.



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