I don’t love my coffee in the morning,
It’s strong and soft and smooth.
I loathe sips of coffee in the morning,
It wakes me up, improves my mood.
Nothing worse than coffee in the morning,
Makes dull and dreary seem sublime.
If I sipped my coffee in the morning,
My shoddy shoes would start to shine;
Wouldn’t be such a frantic fretter,
Would have borne that beating better,
Would have consoled that doleful debtor,
Would not leave this lovelorn letter
This one’s for Wenu, for helping me wake up every day.