Somehow you know I only managed to get
Four hours of zzzs last night. Thank the Lord
I had the foresight to grind you up and set
The auto button before bed. Poured
Into my favorite mug (milk first)
My newly-recovered nose neurons rejoice
At that sweet olfaction meeting me with a burst
Of “you know you need me” in a sweet, velvety voice.
Indeed, when the morning roast is low in the tin
Everyone knows an emergency dispatch to Trader
Joe’s for well-priced fair trade is in
Force–or I’m a headachey first grader.
I’ve quit you several times but always return.
You just percolate, “When will you learn?”