I dont claim to know coffee, but somehow coffee knows me.

Alone in the dark, waiting for a light.
On the shelf, in the corner, waiting for a spark.
Like a lion whom roars, but later bites.
Id rather love instead of fight.
If only a sight, id be inspired, by this juice of the earth because im tired.
Its not right, but i want to fly.
Heavy like a tank, but in the air like a kite.
We know each other, we move forward with might.

This canister of coffee waits for me. I come to rescue it from the dark but im just there to consume. Im hungry and thirsty, but yet my hunger is limitless.

If i were this canister of coffee, id be waiting for the cabinet door to open, only to be consumed by this hungry beast that is me.

Quack here, back from this poetic dream. Although im not a great poet. Maybe just a wannabe rapper. A wannabe rocker. At work, thinking. Stressing like many. Same old grind, glad to be alive another day. Posting to post, to be part of our Lovely Hive machine. A cheers to everyone who likes coffee, and especially cheers to the #cinnamoncupcoffee crew. What a beast of crew if i may say.

Im drinking the same old ive had for a while here, trying to finish this canister of McCafe. Using the French Press, a mini, good for 1 solid cup.

2 HEAPING SPOONS

• 2 Heaping Tablespoons into the press. Lets Go.

SUGAR MOUND

• Excuse the sugar, i know its not so good for our bodies, but here we go with a heap in the cup

THE POUR

• Watch it pour, like rain falling from the sky. I wont even stir, because im an animal.

MY USUAL HALLWAY PIC

My coffee is done, and im sippin.
No honey buns, am i just trippin.

Time to finish this post, time to thank you for supporting a brother in this crazy world. Time to finish my work, got these 2 patients to wake soon, so that i may sleep eventually. Dont worry, this coffee wont keep me up. Tasting just fine by the way.

CHEERS