When it stirs its like a volcano When like a geyser it does hiss Like an atomic bomb It tears apart the molecules of bitterness within my cup That's where the replacements happen and meet Dulcet and stirringly sweet The mushroom cloud encased in liquid Pours forth steam and radiates The internal heat Of coffee
My coffee was bland, but I was a dreamer. I crafted my plan like a caffeine-hyped schemer. To walk to the cabinet, lock in like a magnet, On the oversized can full of cheap powdered creamer
