“I am always there, inside my coffee, weird huh?“ Gun Roswell

Inside my coffee

Inside my coffee I live, love and like
Just the way things are right now; right
Very, very dark and quite strong
Oh, but please,
Really, do not get me all wrong
As sometimes, well, often times actually
The total and utter staleness gets me mad
And then I turn all sour and oh so very sad
But then I remember that one perfect thing
Which is,
That I live inside my coffee and I start to sing
Praises of the liquid
Which I can never get sick with
As I swim around my little pond
Filled with coffee, oh so strong
Too much?
Yes, well, maybe, but I got the luck
As my dwelling, is my stuff of drinking
And even if I sometimes tend to be sinking
Deep, deep into the other end
This is the place, my coffee blend
Where all my time, I so love to spend