The Daily Poem Poetry Collection

🥇 Confessions of a Coffee Convict

Confessions of a Coffee Convict
A daily winner for March 6th.

I awake to the fragrant air
that welcomes me every day.
It’s a promise of what will be there
as I stagger along the hallway.
My morning dose of caffeine;
life support in a small brown bean.

Oh, I’ve heard what the experts say,
how coffee is bad for your health,
but without my first cup every day
it’s like saying, “Money is bad for your wealth!”
Some will say that it makes me an addict.
I prefer the term “coffee convict.”

Some drink coffee to keep themselves sane;
others demitasse so they’ll look chic.
I personally drink to maintain
my “never killed anyone” streak.
I’m happy. Most folks would agree.
My good mood is sponsored by coffee.

I will leave you with one final thought
that the vagaries of life have taught:
A day without coffee is like...
Just kidding. I have no idea. 🤣

An entry for the March 6th round of "The Not-So-Daily Poem" 
Prompt: Coffee or tea?
Poetry Form: Nothing special
Minimum Lines: 12
Line Count: 22