Coffee

They sit at your house like gunslingers well too bad I rent an apartment you lost it pal try again later black coffee got a latte I was sipping on and it just hit me no bite no vigor just weak soft creamy syrup yeah there’s wind in the sails but no catharsis maybe that's what's wrong with kids these days they got their iced coffee Frappuccino bull no gumption no Moxy they want their cream and their sugar maybe that's why I’m bitter bitter coffee straight black like my soul even the crema betrays its true intention god the kids these days just wouldn’t understand maybe its just over here in the states I wonder if the kids in the UK still partake in tea time guess I should read up on this or maybe just strike up a conversation ha yeah right. Talk about on brand nothing too relevant I like the sound of that makes me think of how poetry ought to keep itself or at least the poems I write need to read need to go to the library I need to feed once again on the blood of knowledge so that I might fill my veins with more of this sweet sweet writing juice