Coffee. Why it sucks.

Historical Note:  This story refers to a time BAS (before the advent of Starbucks)

The Coffee Age

All I ever wanted was a cup of coffee
with two lumps of sugar
and enough cream to make it a warm, tawny shade of brown

That was college
Coffee was easy:
Cereal and coffee for breakfast,
Grilled cheese and coffee for lunch,
Ice cream and coffee for dinner.

Now I’m 45
Coffee is hard:
Caffeine makes me shake,
I’m hypoglycemic,
and lactose intolerant.

All I want now is a cup of decaf,
with two packs of the pink stuff,
and enough non-dairy powder to make it a swirling, sickly shade of grey

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