Navy Coffee

It's a brand new pot, freshly brewed,
But at the moment, you're not in the mood,
To wake up to that lousy cup.

But yet again, in infamous style,
You take a swig and force a smile.
Its as black as coal and tastes like glue.

You won't forget the dirty socks
Taken from the garbage box,
To filter the ton of grounds.

With JP-5, and its oily taste,
And so much salt it forms a paste.
It's a witches brew designed to kill.

You hope for luck tomorrow morning,
And someone else to give a warning,
"Wait, its a hazard to your health!"

© 06/22/71  by David L. Henkel

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