Agitations Part 2

Someone pour her a cup of coffee.
She fucking hates the mornings.
Bombarded with question to question,
her tolerance begins to lessen.
She's got one voice in her ear,
another in her other.
Their morning breath leaks ...
She shudders ...
And if the telephone rings one more time,
they'll hear her utter
words that will shock and make them stutter.

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