Blame it on the Tea

I sat at the lunch table today
It was about a quarter to two
Having my sandwich with tea
And admiring the scenic view

So why did I want to launch
My perfectly flavored green tea
At the unsuspecting window
For the pure enjoyment of glass shattering?

It would be in slow motion,
Of course, like the Matrix
I can see it now, cup flying
Tea splattering, like a glad lock commercial

The base of the cup would impact
First, followed by a satisfying
Clamor of glass hitting the window
Frame and bouncing off lunch tables

A look of disbelief would be frozen
On my face, as I peer at a nearby
Anyone to place the blame on.
The lunchroom is empty. Too bad.

Lunch is over now, and I missed
my chance. Not to Mention I ran out of tea.
Back to the old eight to five.
Better switch to coffee.