“Coffee, one large cup, please” Gun Roswell
Coffee makes the world go around
Coffee turns the world
When on its axel it is hurled
Dark fine liquid in it’s veins
The oceans and lands stains
Coffee makes the world
Sustaining its living herds
Life as we know it turns
Each day because of this miracle cure
Coffee is the world
Life each day due to it churns
Every single thing it’s praise sings
And peace on earth with every cup brings
“There should always be coffee ready and waiting, especially for those who simply cannot get through the day without this fine organic suspension ever made” Gun Roswell
There is coffee in the pot
The coffee made ready for all those thirsty ones, who can always appreciate a really good cup, no matter whether with milk or even sugar, or perhaps cold, as some of them might be so totally bold and also daring to drink from the coffee pot, even if the machine had turned off a long while ago.
And for those brave souls, who would drink the somewhat stale liquid, without even one blink of the eye, will later be rewarded, with a fresh pot of the hot stuff, which will make the weakest of the spoons melt as soon as the hollow object will be introduced into the cup where the substance is poured into, and it would be such a sin too, to late any single drop go to waste.
So, drink up, whether cold or hot, the coffee being poured into the cup, from the large container gently known as a pot, and should you find the pot empty at any point in time, simply make sure to fill it with water and grains and then put it on a fiery frame, as the pot should never be kept empty.
“The feeling of being, the sense of self, all of it gone, without my coffee!“ Gun Roswell
Not feeling very Human without my Coffee
They say to feel, to think, is human?
They say, a lot of things don’t they?
The single truth never spoken?
The very fact which makes some of us at least human?
The underlying truth of being?
Something even the scientist are trying to deny?
The government types keeping under wraps?
The ancient knowledge, the ancient secret?
The one thing only a few of us has stumbled upon?
The very fact of the human existence?
Coffee.
“There is always some coffee left in the cup, you know, for emergencies” Gun Roswell
The coffee cup
If the cup with coffee runs empty I will sigh
If the coffee pot is out of last bit of liquid I will cry
If there is no coffee left, in the whole house I will die!
Because without coffee, there is no life
And without that life saving liquid, there will be strife
As only in coffee, can this individual trust and with it survive
Whatever else in the world is meaningless
As without coffee, totally senseless
Because coffee, is the world no more no less
“There is nothing more invigorating, than the smell of fresh brew in the early morning hours, when stumbling out of the bed, half asleep. It is the only medicine for the cure of not being awake.” Gun Roswell
Coffee, the one and true life saviour
The early morning hours, never the easy ones for this sleeping ugly, because that is the correct word to describe the monstrous thing getting out under the covers and stepping their giant feet to the cold floor, nothing pretty to be seen, only scowls, snide remarks upon being dressed and worse remarks and quips if being asked. Surely, not a morning being, at all.
But, that will all change, once the medicined kicks in. And by that is meant, the one and only true healer, the saviour of it all, the one which can the biggest mountains make one move, and then to put on the daily groove, to any annoyed and sleep deprived person, the big uncooperative monster had just become during the night time.
Alas, the smallest scent will make the sleepy entity hell bent, on getting up and down stairs, bursting into the kitchen with nostrils flaring, taking a deep breath, inhaling the elixir of life, taking a sip, savouring the taste, then another soon to follow, until finally, the whole cup is drained of the darkest of brews, and then only, will do, a conversation or any other query, if feeling daring, as this is just the first cup, after all.
“There is always time for coffee, and then some more coffee after that” Gun Roswell
Coffee, always as double
The cup of in single, is never enough, especially when it is time to mingle, among the other coffee lovers, then definitely the cup size needs to be double, if not even triple!
As there really is no such thing as too much coffee, and it won’t last long, when moving along the crowd yapping on about, well, what else could it be about, than coffee!
What else is there? Life as we know it would certainly suck without his fine organic suspension every devised. As it does give you a smile or at least a big fat grin, as coffee might just be a sin!
“There is nothing better than a cup of coffee, well, basically, whenever you want!“ Gun Roswell
My dearest, darling Coffee
What can I tell you, that I have not already said, that you are great with everything, maybe even when I am lying in bed, even if spilling some of you all over, that I would not mind one bit. Because you are the one thing on my mind, even, when I sleep, as to when I am able to once again have that smooth and calming drink, of the most perfect substance ever created, Coffee. But as soon as I am up, the first thing I will ever do, is get that smooth taste of you, into my mouth, and then only, can the day begin. Continued only, by the support of the precious thing, which always makes my heart sing, even if I had just consumed some, I am always ready for the next one. A great cup of coffee, with or without blending, something cool like caramel or sugar or whatever concoction someone might bring in, to the coffee room. As yes, there is a dedicated space, for you my dear, and if it was up to me, I would build a full house for you! Wait a minute! There is a house built in your honour, several as a matter of fact so, there is that and I am going in there soon enough, to give my praise to you, my dearest and most darling, Coffee!
“There certainly is always time for coffee, no matter the time of day or even if you need it slay, perhaps the dragon no less, or something smaller to confess, simply because with coffee you can!“ Gun Roswell
Coffee and the very close-up
The day might be just like any other day, except when you feel you are in grave dire and lots of trouble, there is certainly time for a double, cup of coffee whether, it is espresso or with sugar and milk, whatever the choice of the silken drink, it does not matter as long as it is coffee, and only coffee, alright, a bagel is allowed, or perhaps a croissant or a biscuit if you won’t chew too loud. Just remember, that this stuff, is what life is made of, coffee, will make you stronger, faster, louder, prouder than anyone in the world. Well, except for those other ones who love the stuff as much as you do, then of course it might get a tad competitive, but surely, you can settle the fight with some more coffee, for example who can drink the most cups in one go or something similar, as long as this all revolves around the coffee, then nothing else in the world can ever go wrong!
“Coffee, best of the best of the best, so need I say more? No? Then, you know the score: Hot coffee, black!“ Gun Roswell
Coffee and the close-up
The scene was set and all ready, only waiting for the star to arrive. And typically there were only minutes of five, left before the shooting would start. So, naturally, there would be a slight delay on the arrival as the diva of the show, was not about the take the bow, not easily anyway as in their mind, all others were there to service them, without a question rather when.
A few more moments passed, causing some murmurs around the crew, at least on a few as those familiar with the diva, had learned not to bother too much anymore as the reward, would stand at the end, after session had concluded and the usually successful images would mend, any foul moods the diva might have caused, as the applause of the end result, stood there without fault.
The flashing lights went on for a moment more, as the diva had finally arrived to the scene. The clicks of the cameras heard around the area, as silence other wise ensued, the session a success as per usual as the shots, particularly the close-ups, turned up all great, some might have called it fate, more than anyone could have hoped as per agreed by the whole group.
Soon enough, the moment over, photos ready and the crew relaxed, looking at their reward with closed captures, the scene in front of them enticing, making them all smiling. The diva turning into the thing, which minstrels songs of would sing, the finest organic suspension ever devised, in a cup of a large size, a delicacy to be consumed, the coffee, as presumed.
“There is just something about coffee, the looks and feel of it, it’s just, well, great!” Gun Roswell
Coffee close-up
The freshly poured coffee in the cup, the aroma swirling mid air, and the powerful smells reaching my nose as I needed my dose. This was not fair as there was a note on the side of it, stating in read and bold letters; “Do not touch!”
But it kept in taunting me, why oh why was someone doing this to me!? Why was I not allowed to touch that one thing, which made my hearts sing and wanting to dance and prance and shout out loud about after first sting?
Who on Earth could have done such a terrible deed to this coffee addict of a creep like myself who could never function properly, without my daily fix of the most finest invention of all time. That one and only thing making me smile after a cup or few in the early morning hours?
I stood there, unbelieving for a moment longer than I should. Lingering, hovering over the sweet sweet juice I had been denied and that it when I did decide. No matter what, nobody could stand between me and my coffee. After a quick glance to each direction, I grabbed the cup, took a sip and another and then, I felt like me again.
I waited for someone to turn up with a huff and a puff. Alas, no one did and then I remembered a blurry hazy state I had been in during the night and the warning made much more sense now. It was me, myself who had wandered off in the middle of the night and written those horrible words. As to the why I was still uncertain, but boy, had I been off!
Tossing the note aside, I kept on slurping my reward oh so fine.
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