The Coffee

By Cliff Lake

 

The Coffee

 

They won’t let you

Have all the coffee,

All the coffee,

All the coffee that you want.

I want to have

All the coffee,

All the coffee,

All the coffee that I want.

 

Sun’s up! First Cup!

Leave me be, don’t interrupt!

Big cup! Bottoms up!

I need my caffeine hookup!

 

They won’t let you

Have all the coffee,

All the coffee,

All the coffee that you want.

I want to have

All the coffee,

All the coffee,

All the coffee that I want.

 

Drive through, dark brew,

Don’t wanna see me cuckoo!

Review, maybe two,

I have work I must get to!

 

They won’t let you

Have all the coffee,

All the coffee,

All the coffee that you want.

I want to have

All the coffee,

All the coffee,

All the coffee that I want.

 

Brain chem mayhem,

Can’t slow down in front of them.

3 PM, REM,

How can I wake up again?

 

They won’t let you

Have all the coffee,

All the coffee,

All the coffee that you want.

I want to have

All the coffee,

All the coffee,

All the coffee that I want.

 

Late night, sleep smite,

Looks like dawn is soon in sight!

First light, hindsight,

Pour me my caffeine delight!

 

They won’t let you

Have all the coffee,

All the coffee,

All the coffee that you want.

I want to have

All the coffee,

All the coffee,

All the coffee that I want.

 

Cliff Lake 2/16/2026

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2026

Location: Wichita, KS, USA

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