Coffee
the first one to drink it
is the rooster who crows
high in the mountains
where the coffee bean grows
a wakeful injection
a confection so brown
in a dark-coloured liquid
I daily do drown
to be wired and fired
and mired in glad
it's desired and I'm inspired
to never be sad
from cash crop bushes
high up in the Andes
the world's gone apeshit
for stimulant candies
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
