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
Copyright © John Bertin | Year Posted 2017
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