Is this a cup of coffee I hold before me?
Oh what dangers lie within
What wonders it would be
To indulge just once in sin
To cheat the day
To disrupt the rhythm
But within each cup
I build a schism
Do not cheat the sandman
He who claims his debt
You garner his interest
Only with regret
This bitter brew through which some claim life
This source of sleepless savoured strife
So much potential, and yet I think
I will resist from this much-loved drink
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