They drink the coffee, or they go mad,
coffee gives them life, otherwise they’re sad,
they sip the liquid, and then they’re glad,
they want it now, to live life on a drinking fad.

“You don’t know your coffee?“, they ask me surprised,
“I can have my own coffee?“, I ask them back, surprised,
depend on a liquid they do, to fight their demise,
if i don’t drink coffee, they throw at me some spites.

Leave me be, coffee people, I will drink when I want,
Coffee people can keep forcing others to be zombies over obligatory taunts,
I want to enjoy this when I want, not as your obligatory depending cult,
there is no Z in coffee, so you can keep dreaming “but!”

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