i'd be pushing the button right now
and telling him,
or her,
to top off my coffee
or bring me a fresh cup
from the kitchen,
but because i don't have
a butler, i have
to get out of this
chair and go down
to the kitchen, pour a cup,
put it in the microwave
to heat it up again,
add sugar and cream,
stir it,
then come back up to my desk,
trying not to spill
any of it on the way.
i thought i'd have a butler
at this point in
my life.
guess i was wrong.
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