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Snarling Cup of Coffee

Snarling Cup of Coffee

The first thing I do every day
As the dawning sun.
Lights up my lonesome room.

Is kickstart my day
with a hot cup of black
snarling coffee.
I pound down the coffee.

Yeah, but not just a simple cup of java Joe, but a God damn snarling sarcastic smarmy cup of coffee.

I mean, - we are talking about an alcoholic, all speed ahead, always hot, always fresh, always there when I need it, angry, attitude talk to the hand Ztude, bad, bad assed, beats breaking, beatnik, bluesy, bitter, bitchy, bombs away, capitalistic, caffeinated up the ass, cinematic, communistic, Colombian grown, Costa Rican inspired, Cowabunga to the max, crazy assed, devilishly angelic, divine, divinely inspired, dyslexic, epic, extreme vetting, evil eye, never meh, never cold, not approved by the CIA, NOT DECAF coffee, not your Denny’s truck driver weak as brown water cup of fake coffee, not your establishment friendly cup of coffee, Not your FBI coffee, Not FAKE Herbal coffee substitute, but a real cup of coffee, not your farmer brothers dinner crap, not your Starbucks average expensive overpriced crappy corporate chain cup of coffee, Not White House approved, not State Department safe, nuclear, operatic, Peets’s coffee approved, paranoid, politically aware, rapping, rhyming, sadistic, sarcastic, sassy, silly, sexy, smarmy, smelly, smooth, snarky, snarling, symphonic, Wagnerian, wicked, with nutmeg and cinnamon swirls, with a hint of stevia, with a hint of vanilla, with a hint of rum, with a hint of whiskey, with a hint of cherry, with a hint of fruit overtones, Soulful as a summer’s night in MOTOWN-James Brown approved, TOP approved, Berkeley approved, the coffee that Jimi Hendrix drank before he died, the coffee that Elvis drank on his last breakfast, the coffee that Barry White crooned as he drank his cup of coffee – and the coffee that made the white boy play stand up and play that funky music, the coffee that made Johnny B. Goode play his guitar, and made Jonny bet the devil his soul after he drank his morning cup of righteous coffee and the coffee that make the Rolling Stones Rock and Roll, the coffee your mother warned you against drinking, the coffee that Napoleon drank when he became the Emperor of all Europe, , Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, wild, weird, wonderful, WOW, Yabba dabba doo! Yada Yada yada Zappa’s favorite cup of cosmic coffee, Good to the last drop rolled into one simple cup of hot coffee.

As I pound down that first cup of coffee
And fire up my synaptic nerve endings with endless supplies.
Of caffeine induced neuron enhancing chemicals

I face the dawning day with trepidation and mind-numbing fear.
I turn on the TV and watch the smarmy newscasters in their perfect hair.
Lying through their teeth about the great success the government is having
following the great leader's latest pronouncements.

I want to scream and shoot the
TV and run outside shouting.

“Stop the world.

I want to get off this crazy planet."

The earth does not care a whit about my attitude.
It merely shrugs and moves around the Sun.
In its appointed daily run

And I sat down.
The madness dissipates a bit.

And enjoy my second cup.
Of heaven and hell
In my morning cup of Joe