I spilled coffee on my thoughts
Woke the monsters in the house
The coffee threw them into shock
Now it’s riots at 2 o’clock
They’re making chaos in my mind
I’m trying to step between the lines
I joined their dance with all my body
For years I learned their choreography
But then the coffee woke me too
I sat the monsters down to choose
I stood up tall and spoke to them
And taught them all a different dance
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Poet gangster (
Offline) - Published: May 19th, 2026 02:50
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Comments1
Metaphor of the absurd in this fun poem of battle of the caffeine fiend. A fun read that has good rhyme and flow.
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