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Poetry from within

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