The Coffee Poem

Coffee is a 

wonderful

and legal

drug.


I depend on it

to tolerate you,

and the horror

of a morning sun.


I hated the smell as a kid,

but grew fond of its magic 

as an adult.

It made my father

approve of me,

when I fixed him

his cup.


Then in college

I thought I’d try it,

just to see

what the big deal 

was about.


Zing Zing

Zap Zap
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