November 20, 2015

In Praise of Java

In the beginning was the bean.
And it was good.

Crushed, it gave life to those who would
drink the Fragrant born of Yemen
herited to Brazilian highlands.

Morning mate and evening sate,
it clears the mudwebs of the spunwebs
it uncoils the recoils of our fogginess.

Oh bitter Arabica, you light up my brain
like '80s Donkey Kong.

If you came in a bottle everyone would drink you.

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