MDStone

Stirred Not Shaken

Stirred Not Shaken

 

As I sip neurons start to fire again

And thoughts begin to slowly awaken

This magical elixir from the grind

As I ordered it, “Stirred not shaken”

 

Soon thoughts are whizzing down lanes

Old memories freshly repainted…

On the old canvas of my amygdala with

New thoughts meeting to get acquainted

 

It’s electrical impulses traveling through

Jumping synapses of chemical goo

Yet all of this tied to feeling and thought

It’s enough to cause a mind to stew

 

No wonder the line is long here every day

People inside and lined up at the drive thru

Seems we’ve found our psychotropic drug

This bean picked and ground for brew