How I Like My Coffee
I'll have a large coffee please.
Give it to me black,
give it to me bitter.
Let the beans do their thing
let the coffee keep it's zing.
No need to make it sweeter,
I want
what most people consider
a one hitter quitter.
Unadulterated,
unaltered,
night colored coffee at it's best.
I want to feel my heart beat out of my chest,
stay up all night long
with the taste of the earth on the tip of my tongue
I want it darker,
I want it bolder.
Flavor stays long,
the coffee bites strong.
Do not kill my coffee
with sugar and spice
or anything nice.
You sweet-toothed zombie.
Haven't you heard?
Truth be told,
when it comes to coffee...
fortune flavors the bold.
Copyright © Abraham Elizondo | Year Posted 2014
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