✒Coffee as Potion-Craft
A list of four cups
The following little ditty expresses my daily coffee consumption. Each cup is a unique potion. Blessings or curses? Who can say.
Cup, the First: this is grog, prospector fuel, pure essence of man. Sip with curved lip, gulp the heat down into a knot of energy that pours through the belly to lie unstill, bleeding through the veins. It will give unto you exactly what you need.
Second Cup: the cup of productivity, the essence of forward motion. This is the cup that will find you sitting at the table typing, or dabbling about the garage. Take this cup to go, briskly walk through The City of Progress towards something that lacks discernible shape. Drink this cup for capital.
Cup #3: the cup of awkwardness. Jittery, self-reflexive nerves. Having left the station with Second Cup one finds oneself wondering what oneself is wondering (or was wondering when oneself was wondering) what to do with fifteen minutes. What is a break after all? And why did it necessitate more acid?
Fourth and final cup: your stomach feels like a wadded ball of foil. Well done, you sensual, gluttonous sledge. Only a beer at five will truly take away the edge. Fie! Fie! You acted free. Now be filled with anxiety!
Credit to Rob Young for the thumbnail.