Poetry

Coffee

I crave that cup of Joe before I start my day.
Is it worth the paranoia for that brew?

The dark liquid fills my veins like blood.

It’s the experience I crave.

The time to sit and read.

I may be grumpy, bitchy or witchy, but without it 

withdrawal is insane.

Joe saves the day, my sanity.

I’ll chance that cup, come what may.

It’s my addiction, my security blanket of choice. 

Have you had your cup today?

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