The Damn I Don't Give
Now, as for the damn that I don’t give, yes I’m well aware that we all have one, but as for mine, let me refer you to my coffee dark brown, untainted with frills like sugar as to not sweeten the appetite of thrill seekers in search of said damn which I do not care to give devoid of softeners like creamer unspoiled by mocha’s, caramels, nuttiness or spiced anything no marshmallows, no foam, no frothy nothing just like the damn that I do not give. My damn is the same as my coffee just take a look there at my cup never empty, always filled to various levels slightly warm, smooth, rich and mellow, allowed to cool naturally with no need for ice it is my damn and I do not care to give it. You should see it, it's so frigging cute, just sitting there on the inside of my mind, little homebody that it is, playing with play-doh, making little animal figures then squishing them back out of shape to try something new besides animals. It is my damn, all dressed up in its best sunday...