Oh, when the lagging washes over and the energy flies free
Of the insubstantial prison door, that is known as me
An infusion of delight to fill me full of glee
I would like a cup of coffee
The bitterness of fruit combined with the darkness of tea
A sigh escapes me resigned if I cannot have a taste of thee
A boost of youthful immortality
A simple cup of coffee
When life is weary and droll and work is piled infinitely
Soothing liquid swallowed whole, the gods' nectar delightfully
Black as my soul, and hot as a hellfire sea
A miraculous cup of coffee
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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