The Bean
in
The Bean
early morn risers
unite, join hands
and cry
in unison
for java-life
addiction we
crave
and retract our
claws in violent
retreat as
sleep creeps
out of tired
bones
with groans
of pain and
yawns from the
depths of my
maw,
relaxing on
Sarah's couch
recounting
tales of
simplicity compliant
with steel
norms erected
without permission
in darkest night
and dreary light
prop up your
head
and try to smile
it off.

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