I am just a mug, a new poem

I am just a Mug

I am just a Mug (c)

By Michael Casey

I am just a mug

Everything has been poured into me

I am just as mug

Everything has been mixed in me

I am just a mug

I stir and stir without thinking

I am just a mug

I dunk my biscuits in

I am just a mug

I slurp and spill down my jumper

I am just a mug

I splash everywhere when put down without care

I am just a mug

I hold close to me, to warm my hands in Winter

I am just a mug

I hold tighter for comfort in the dark

I am just a mug

I am shared and left in the sink unwashed

I am just a mug

But I am the favourite one

I am just a mug

I am sought out, at the back of the cupboard

I am just a mug

But no other will do

I am just a mug

I am battered and chipped and should be thrown away

I am just a mug

Well past my heyday

I am just a mug

Laughed at and Scorned

I am just a mug

But when broken, tears fall down

I am just a mug

A mug, well used and battered and chipped and worn down

Now I’m broken

I am just a mug

I am no mere token

I am just a mug

I am your dad

Bury me in the cabbage patch

So, the cat can water me often

A simple mug, now gone

Am I missed from the back of the cupboard

Or is my memory already gone

Replaced by cat piss in the garden

Posted bymichaelgcasey24/09/2023Posted inUncategorizedLeave a commenton I am just a Mug