BitterA Poem by Penny EllenThis is NOT about coffee....Ever filled a cup of hot coffee to overflowing? Watched it drip down the sides of the cylindrical carrier meant to be used as a portable trough? Paper is all that holds in the angry substance.
Yes, coffee is angry.
All the boiling and caffeine after roasting and grinding? You’d be livid too.
Yet we feed off of it, wake up with it, calmly sip or desperately gulp. Our senses grow attuned to the consumption until the liquid agony becomes routine enough to expect. F**k caring about it. Don’t even try apologizing or thanking the beans for surrendering their lives only to be abused into a form of beverage. A flavor. Consumable. © 2011 Penny EllenAuthor's Note
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Added on August 12, 2011 Last Updated on August 12, 2011 AuthorPenny EllenMisplaced, ARAbout****I HAVE MOVED TO WORDPRESS**** ***Check out my NEW poetry page at lividsanguine.WordPress.com *** I am vile, highly opinionated, stubborn, and more often than not, a little bit insane. But hey,.. more..Writing
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