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Rich Colombian

I make it instant, make it strong
Just stir it in mindless disregard
Simply need that morning jolt
Not taking the time to savor much of anything
It's all caffeine, no nuance
A blistering sacrifice in taste
Why fucking bother?
Still...
She tells me I'm a moron, a philistine
And, yes, she may have a point
"Try the rich Colombian blend," she insists
"Add real cream, real sugar
None of that artificial crap
Then sip slowly, surely
And learn to enjoy a finer way of life."
I sit and obey
Imbibing this hot, sacred brew
The morning fog finally penetrated
And true clarity achieved at last.  
Written by crowfly
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