Oh coffee cup
Symbol of wealth, fragility,
Can’t get my kicks, can’t start my work,
Until I’ve sipped you, slurped you, talked dirty to you
Oh wonderful crutch
In my palm oh so much
Once a day when the dawn is yawning
And the desks are filling
I’ll dodge the queues
Trek upstairs to abuse
That frothy little mouth of yours.
You’re a white girl’s wet dream
A bolt of electricity
That mini panic attack shooting through me
As idle hands make their way around the city
They stumble onto you
And wrap around like an octopus
A rite of passage for the working youth
That I’ll fill with sugar to claim that boost
Because I can’t stand the taste
Of this drink that has such a place
Such a presence
In society today.
‘Oh wonderful crutch’ – the heart of this poem
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