It’s breakfast in bed, but different.

Breakfast in bed
What does it matter
that the croissants dry out,
coffee gets cold
or that the orange juice is turning sour?!
This is breakfast in bed
and she enjoys every moment
She gets what she deserves
and what she gives
Sighs rise to the ceiling
and then explode there
Words become curses
Curses become words
This is breakfast in bed
and she enjoys every moment
It will not take much longer
It's almost done
Then she rolls over and asks me:
"Is there still hot coffee?"

