of me who strives to be a poet
release me from the weariness of my mind
let me within me a gem find
Let me be aided by you
But let me not be addicted to you.
Let me sleep in spite of you
And to my passion forever be true
Coffee, thou lubricant
To a weary mind
Let this be my cant
And creativity in me find
As I sip that cup’
That wakes me up
My dear coffee…
Why do you so fuck me up…
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