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Jul 2014
I'm a caffeine ******
& I've got the **** so bad
I walk down the street
to the grocer,
then I walk down
the coffee aisle
just to sniff
the ******* bean-laced air.
I can't afford designer coffees.
But I hang out at the local coffee shop
& wait,
I wait for the other junkies
to drop their empty paper cups.
If I'm lucky,
I can get a drop or two of mocha.
None of this **** is a joke either,
I'm jonesing for some Kona
& they're out.
I had my mind set on it....
I'm buzzing like an electric eel.....
I'm gonna explode.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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