All hail to thee, my dark savior in a mug.
I accept thine gifts in their mystical form.
May the potion free from cloudy thoughts.
May it make me less irritable and foul.
And may it keep my eyes propped open.
I worship thee and thines infinite power.
Oh, Dark Overlord, you are the one for me.
You are the beloved savior of this tired soul.
Your gift keeps on giving and provides hope.
Hailed is coffee! Coffee is hailed! I worship thee!
For those days where you’ve either had one cup too many or need one more to even function!
Yesterday (September 29) was International Coffee Day. I didn’t know that. I’ve had this absurd little poem collecting dust and didn’t know what to do with it. I guess International Coffee Day is a perfect excuse to let this one go!
A poem by Jason S. Sullivan, 09-30-20