Tea Crime Spree

Tea came percolating from the pot Burglarizing the neighborhood clans Moms held their babies in their arms Above their heads for fear of caffeine The fiend held everyone hostage At gun point it seems without a doubt Leaving the young to their own devices To run or drink coffee as they will No one questioned the authority of tea Though it has no arms or feet Or mind to speak of so to speak A crime scene most fowl came about Screamed out in the form of steam Boiling over in the pot most odious Whistling obscenities loud at the police Tea’s particular proclivity towards crowds In particular those who identify as single Struck fear in the community at large As tea has no time for any people As you can see, tea don’t think