A poem – The Day I Spilt Tea on Myself

Ah!
Not again.
For fuck’s sake.
This always happens.
My tea has been spilt.
I’ve managed to pour it
All down my nice, clean clothes.
I missed my mouth when I went for a sip.
Of course, this would be the day
That I’d wear a white t-shirt
Which is now stained
A faint shade of brown.
It is now literally
A tea shirt.
Ha.

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