I made some coffee, the real thing instead of instant powder
I poured it in a thermos-thing and took it up the stairs
Why, I ask myself, did I not figure that before
Was it because I took a happy pill to dull the brain from thinking?
If that is what this pill just did, I am a controversy
As if, in my long life, controversy is a stranger
where I played by other people’s rules.
I want to rid myself of hate and all hat heavy garbage.
It weight’s to heavy on my soul and also on my shoulders
I don’t want to wake up again with hatred and with malice
Please god, make me, before I die,
a coffee-making, rational, clearheaded broad again.