The personification of the coffee bean
Beans to You
Pulled violently from the shelf I've known
Far from the fields my seed got grown.
Tossed like trash into some metal cart
Leaving friends behind, oh my aching heart
Kidnapped for a price of another's creating
A grocer's scheme for swift moneymaking
Forced to take a trip on a rubberized conveyor
My neighbor, some dead, smelly, egg-layer
The inhumanity of it all brought me to tears.
Uncertainty for my future heightened my fears.
My vision was lost, as she carried me out
Her brown paper bag, caused a blackout.
Chicken and I, with the other captives
Thank God, she used paper instead of plastic.
My comrades and I, stuffed in the trunk
With the poultry dude and his odorous funk
This dark, foreign land frightened us all
As it started to move, you could hear us bawl
Traveling on bumpy roads, down rolling hills
With anxiety causing a bad case of chills
Once in her kitchen, I was pummeled
Making this coffee bean, quite disgruntled
Where metal teeth ground me to dust
My atom scattered into specs of rust.
My ions were savagely assaulted
And burning hot water had me scalded
Reducing my granular form to liquid
Was even more painful, than predicted
Out of the hot seat, poured into a cup
While armchairs, get their story written up.
Sadly, a bean's life forsaken
For three brainless chairs left vacant.
With no personality traits possessed
Couldn't pass a basic intelligence test
Director chairs three, can't even talk
Everyone waiting for them to squawk
Pretending to be the center of the scene
They can't compare to this coffee bean
No one home, to enjoy my java
Here ends the coffee bean's saga
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