I’m an addict
And I know it!
I revere two of the three Cs:
Coffee, candy, and cigarettes.
I love my coffee alone with my contemplation
Of life, likes, posts, news, like a great commotion,
Flitting from one to the next trying to see
What’s best before I rest to be free.
Posts galore and replies of mine
Make my day, as the taste of Coffee
Feels like a sinful pleasure.
With my dark drink, I bite into chocolate,
And drift into a coma at heaven’s gate.
I savor the sweetness along the strength
Of body of the coffee and it’s bitterness.
Life with the morning rituals
Cake, candy, chocolate, coffee and sweets
Is like life without a hero like Ferrero,
Or Cadbury, Mars, KitKat, and Aero!
Raising the bar in a day filled
With noise, poised to litter the mind
With fear, worry, and being drear!
So my habitual start is set in stone:
Coffee, contemplation, quiet that have
A lead to social media, news, where I refuse
To succumb to its dadarkness
That needs to twist your morning addictions
Into a depressive, foggy darkness.
Let your coffee’s wisdom fill
Your empty cup with hope that will
Reject to solidify into despair,
But reaches in your depths to repair.