RIP Coffee
And at the end, I will have to choose: hoard coffee or toilet paper? I’ll let you have the paper!
The time will come
when they declare
that any genuine human experience
is forbidden…
Being human means being free…
Freedom is a danger to them…
One day they will outlaw coffee
as subversive…
This is a poem for that day,
not far away…
And at the end, I will have to choose: hoard coffee or toilet paper? I’ll let you have the paper!
I like it black
Bitter like life
Trueness in the coffee
Hot, uncompromised
I’m linked to the wild of the earth
I can feel:
Colombia, Kenya, Papua New Guinea, El Salvador
Brazil…
Coffee in my pulsing veins
My morning bitch
The last social glue
After they extinguished all the cigarettes from the face of the Earth
After all the trails have faded away
Just the last coffee, after the one coffee before, that was the one after the last cigarette they put out
Thursdays
We had a ball at the Student House
Now Spotify
Zoom…
How can we dance again together in the same room?
Talk like man to man
Face to face
Cheek to chick…
Tomorrow they will forbid our last chance to say “Hi!” through air, bare mouth with coffee on our breath
Without tech
Too hot, they say: dangerous
Too smelly: corrupt the youngsters, like Socrates
Bacteria!!!
Too bleak for the planet’s carbon print
Just drink the ink
It’s black and it can be delivered directly from your phone screen
The last coffee is dead
The last aroma trail
The hammer of our soul’s gathering bell
Like the last veteran of the last world war of 2030
When humanity lost
The coffee river was exhausted
To a dry wall screen
A chalk.
Drink it!
It’s safe and effective, and the government says it’s good for you!
If not, you’re an Antichalkemite!
Basically, a taste terrorist!
A state, pardon the typo.
When we will bury our last hope,
We will write this epitaph:
“Here lies the last coffee grounds of the last cup ever drunk by a human.
May the earth be light upon him!”
Then we shall pour the final drop of the last brew of the quintessential black syrup onto the soil.
Amen to the fallen soldier of our freedom.
Ex-presso.
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'Too smelly: corrupt the youngsters, like Socrates'. Like that line))