mr. cup

mr. cup runs frantically back and forth. trying to cope with the latest trend. i'm a cup of tea. he said. and then he walks like a royal. one day i saw him walking loosely. with his orange hat and nifty shirt. i'm a cup of orange juice. he said. and then he went off smiling. one day i saw him laughing his hats off. strolling the streets with two girls on each arm. i'm a cup of brandy. he said. i'm enjoying life as much as i could. and then he took off with his low rider. today i saw him stumble on a stone. i'm an empty cup. he said. i'm nothing. i have been stripped off my identity. but you're mr. cup. i said to him. you're always mr. cup. but i have nothing now. i'm an empty cup. can't you see? sorry. but you're ok to me. you're mr. cup. nothing can tell you otherwise. it's more important for you to be mr. cup than to follow up the weather. drinks can change but the cup remains.