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07 dec 2018, Hej Coffee

Flat White.


These people are no different from Christmas trees.

We grow them for our pleasure,

then we dress 'em up,

put tinsel on them

and watch them adoringly

for a second or

until spring reminds us of other things to admire.

It may even be for a few years,

if we're the lazy kind.

Then

we dispose of them.

Throw them out, with the tinsel still on.

Some try recycling,

but that's really just an awful,

monstrous experiment.