Wake up and smell the coffee
Smells like somebody burnt the coffee
And then put the grounds in a blender
with some shit and some vomit and some piss
And used the “pulse” button
to get all creamy homogenous
And then poured it on everybody’s breakfast cereal

But the kicker is the logic:
“We ran out of milk.
I didn’t have time to go to the store.
I blame you, since it’s just us here, and I’m not perfect but I get up every day and do my level best.”

Wake up and smell the coffee
Smells like somebody forgot to add the water
And so the pot burned
Smells like an explosion of glass
tearing apart the family
leaving blood and guts all over the linoleum floor
And then forgetting about it for a few days
as the bodies decompose in the mild fall weather
and the flies can’t contain their jumping joy
and the cats overcome their five minutes of squeamishness
And everyone digs in for days on end
And the cats are now eating rotten flesh
And their little pukes add a note of acridity to the general putridness

But the kicker is the logic:
“We ran out of milk.
So I didn’t want to use any liquids.
I blame you, since it’s just us here, and I’m not perfect, but I get up every day and I do my level best.”