An Ode

One may think that my decrease in consumption of coffee

Is due to a wayning desire,


I have not grown tired,

Not of the smell,

Or the slight bitter edge,

Not of that wonderful boost of warmth.

Nothing is as good a drink,

But alas! My bladder!

I am not an ace sprinter,

I am not an ace at movement at all.

And I cannot live a slave to brew and toilets.

So I drink strategically,

But still every chance I get.


Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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