I could live on coffee, and frankly, nothing else
Maybe that’s why I’ve maintained slimness, looking kinda ‘shh-felt’
God knows, I’m not one in need of pant-holding belt,
But frankly too, three daily trips to the loo, is a hard card to be dealt.
I’d gladly relinquish this caffine driven obsession,
But truth be known, this being my public confession:
The drink soothes my axniety and alliviates the depression
Enjoy a bit of creme but avoid the sugar confection
House-brew, no Starbucks or Timmy’s here,
It’s not their coffee, but an unconscious fear:
Caffine-starved, queing clients project a hateful leer
While anxiously waiting thier fix, you know, you best stand clear.
naykdpoet 
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