Two Cups of Coffee

Two cups of coffee

 

Two cups of coffee stole my sleep

And left a ransom note:

"Two boxes of your earthy dreams

To make her stay afloat;

And if you call the cops, she drowns

In steaming antidote"

 

With battered speech and awkward stance,

And no respite in sight,

I tried my best to search for sleep

Against the dying light,

And hoped for coffee to be found

And jailed before the night.

 

I armed myself with droopy eyes

And body tired with pain;

'I will not give my dreams to them,

Their thieving is in vain',

I told myself a hundred times

And said so once again.

 

And so it passed that night, I found

The thieves enjoying sleep;

I woke them up and kicked them out

And they began to weep;

"Now listen up you fools", I said

While drinking slumber deep,

"Vamoose before I call the cops,

And... look before you leap!"

 

Reviews

[FlawedByDesign]

Oh man how I have missed your poetry :)

I love how you pay attention to detail. Everything from meter and rhyme, to language and flow. You always construct intelligent writes often evoking imagery, sometimes rooted in philosophy, but here you have strayed and gave us a humorous piece, which I think is wonderful.

Great job :D

[YouoweYoupay]

Nice battle description. Haha. My fav parts were:

I tried my best to search for sleep

Against the dying light,

And hoped for coffee to be found

And jailed before the night.

Keep writing thank fo sharing.

-Well

[Matthews Reggie]

nice drink... i enjoyed it...

[Coyote Poetry]

Nothing as good as a good cup of coffee. I have one weakness left. Too much coffee. Funny part I can still sleep with the coffee in the blood stream. I like the story in your words. Last lines were very good. Made me laugh. A outstanding poem.
Coyote

[deeps]

Yummy! Coffee! Simply amazing write. Amazing flow and rhyme scheme.

[Sweets]

I hate coffee x.x
But great poem :D

[An owl on the moon]

I haven't had my coffee yet this morning, so I just had to read your poem! What an intriguing, vivid flow of dreamish anxiety.. seeking slumber and wrestling with the thieves of sleep. Read several times and caught glimpses of thought I missed the first time. Loved your write!