There is a friend to creatives,
An ally in chemical form,
It sits in mugs and cans,
Dragging us from our stupor,
Resurrecting our addled morning minds,
And stimulating our writing hands,

The essence of haste,
That nectar of Apollo,
It resides in all shades of refreshment,
It is coffee,
It is taurine,
It is sugar,

Overindulgence permits spasms of the veins,
It’s a necessary narcotic though,
With a sweet taste,
And notes of hyperdrive tang,
A turbo boost for the artistic engine,
Or for whatsoever endeavour you require elation,

So take a sip,
And take off.

Comments
  1. “Nectar of Apollo” – yes! Coffee ☕👍

  2. shauna says:

    I am a caffeine junkie! And yes, I get the “addled morning brain” as well as the “jerking veins “…😃

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