Break the Day.

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The water is dark,

And cold,

And bitter.

Just how I demanded it.

And paid for it.

With my blood,

And sweat,

And work week.

Which,

Of course,

I would never be able to endure

If it wasn’t for that

Pre-world Cup of Joe.

Or Joseph.

Or Jim.

Or Jehoshaphat.

Or whoever

The fuck.

Just as so long as it’s jumping

And in my cup

Before you start to speak.

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