The steady rain turns my mind switch to sleep,
for the week has been hectic and monetised.
Between sleep and awake, I hover in a dream.
A bloke dressed in a sheet talks with intention,
then turns to me and says, “Why the hemlock?”
I awaken and drop my cup.
C & K 
Aha! And the moral of the story is don’t take your coffee to bed with you?
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