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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It comes, without a warning,
though it tells you it’s coming,

It takes you without a warning,
even though you know it’s coming,

Wash away the feeling, for it does exist,
Take away the feeling, for it may resist,

You may think that being washed away,
is the worst thing that could happen,

Let me tell you my unwashed self,
that something even worse could happen,

You could simply never be washed away,
yet you may long for that demise too,

For you may have already met your fate,
as being buried already is a demise too.

“Z buried below. Washed away good too?”

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