Coffee, Coffee, Coffee
There is no other way nor word
with which I can exclaim
no noun, nor adjective, nor verb
to make fully known this pain.
The lack of caffeine holds me
til my fair barista is reached
it brings me to my knees
till my lips, coffee has breached.
I will cry it from a mountain peak
although the desert may better understand.
"I am parched my dear, can hardly speak
please quick, place a cup in my hand!"
With great triumph and gratitude
all the world is set right
a better heart, mind and attitude
when my coffee is finally in sight.
I'll set and I'll fret till i finally receive
that unmistakable, irreplaceable, one and only
COFFEE, COFFEE, COFFEE!
