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No More Coffee Blues


I love coffee

Always have



And coffee has loved me back

But lately I have sourced on her

Soured on the whole coffee scene



On the harshness of the morning brew

And the promises it makes



As I sip of its nectar

Drawn into its lair



Drinking drop by drop

As the caffeine takes over



Rewriting my every nerve

Turning me into a slave

For its perverted pleasure



Yes, I love coffee

But I am afraid



Coffee is a harsh mistress

Demanding so much of me



Promising the sun

And delivering the Moon



As I drink her swill

Deeping under her influence



I have the coffee blues

Canít live with our her

Canít live with her



I try

But tea does not cut it

Not really



Booze does not do it

At least not in the morning



Yoga is not enough of a buzz

Nor is the runnerís high



And I am afraid deadly afraid of cocaine

And speed and drugs and energy drinks



And so I remain a slave to coffee

My only legal drug



As I sip another and fall under her seductive spread

Once more failing my resolve



To skip coffee for that day

That morning that moment



I shall never be free of her spell

Ever and she knows it



As she beckons me

Every morning with her intoxicating smell




John (Jake) Cosmos Aller