"coffea" poems
It's m y train coming
And that's m y seat
"Mind the gap" the speaker says
In which my left leg now has dropped
Coffea everywhere
Fellow travelers helping me up
Offering me the seat
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 4:31 AM UTC
Oh vile distasteful counterfeit
A generic imitation, abomination
How dare you mar the original one
Through mass marketing and sales pitching
And imitation born not of inspiration
but of cultivation by a selfish nation
A faked attempt you are
Plagiarism in its purest form
Chicory you deceitful liar
weaving your way into our homes
Replacing the proud Coffea Arabica
Rendering it nothing but a luxury to most
Away with you you mutant substance!
Be not a part of my house and home
For in this house is sanctioned pure
And only the best will endure.
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 6:17 PM UTC