Coffee An Obsession

He reckons I’m obsessed
Obsessed he says
Brown caffeinated liquids
Are my obsession
Warm or cold
Fizzy or flat
As long as it has caffeine
It has the knack
I need
The longing
For thick frothy coffee
You have to eat with a spoon
The wanting
Ice filled cola
Or mocha with cream
But I am not obsessed
Oh no not me
I can go for an hour
Any you see
Just don’t tell him
I will beg and plead
If I am without for
More than three
Three hours
With out caffeine
And I’ll need
A grande
Via intravenous drip
Or a take away
Beaker to sip.

Posted: Saturday, April 4th, 2015 @ 5:38 pm
Categories: Poems.
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