How bad is coffee
how bad is it for my bones and brain
does it sharpen or dull
strengthen or weaken
will you make me shake or seize up
blunt my senses
or help them breathe better?
The fact that I take sugar surely shortens my life span
a pollution of the soul
a voluntary poisoning
all in the seeking of sweetness.
My teeth cry out
clamouring for a well deserved respite
from this sickly invasion.
Yet I can’t seem to cease sprinkling this toxic taste bud tingling torture
over all my drinks
and I sometimes wonder
whether I should have never started drinking coffee
as it does me no good.
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.