Giving up coffee ain't easy,
sure enough,
because coffee keeps me awake,
sitting in a chair and dreaming.
What am I dreaming for -
these five words spelled the end for the brewed beast,
personified so you'd think the beast is coffee,
and not me.
For myself, only a life stripped of java,
all fascinations and masturbations
wiped aside, must do.
This came to me via a dream
where a path through the jungle
was the only thing, the one
thing that could deliver
me from the ultimate dream-evil:
A humungous coffee bean, tucked
in the middle, rolling oblong toward
my head.
Wake up time.
Got more living to do, and life has
nothing to do with dreaming.
Or coffee.
Besides, smokes are expensive.
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