36,500 Words.

The thing is, I hated the smell and the taste
until high school when I got my first real job;
early in the morning, in the warehouse, working with idiots.
I suddenly understood the need, the sacramental aspects of BEAN.
I embraced it like any new Muslim or Christian convert.

Last night's weak-ass decaf offering should be still legally actionable;
after that meal I needed a good strong cup so badly!
But there are so many elusive sad things I need
that it would be churlish to pick this before them.
Still though, come on, life's too short to relax mellow-ly.