Queen Caffeine
An Ode to Coffee
Dark sweetness has its dangerous allure
It promises to make you safe and pure
Fit for enduring your boss’s blunt scorn
Able to repair your dignity, torn
Taking orders with meek obedience
Acting on them with bland expedience
Makes one crave inky warmth and more power
To count toward a shift’s final hour
Glorious coffee, antidote to late
Tired or angry or grieving, you wait
For the sweet, stimulating, sultry cup
Many her guises, this sovereign of up
She fills your mouth when you've nothing to say
She makes dull routine a sweet game to play
She reigns universally, no rival can rise
Without her assistance, which she denies
She makes of mourning mere morning, benign
Drinking her darkness allows you to shine
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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