Coffee Is The Reason(s)

What are the reasons we get up in the morning?
To envelop ourselves in a good book?
To take in the company of our beloved,
Our family, our friends, our community?

Or is it to simply sustain our being
by consuming our amphibious young?
Keeping the lights on for another day
Continuing our toil, under direction
One day hoping we can hang up the hat

However, there is one reason I awake
(Other than because of the nightmares
Of a dystopian near-future where we’re
enslaved by a being known only as Jeff)
I wake for the Daily Grind
I love the Daily Grind, a sort of toil
A toil that always leaves me satisfied

The grind is the grinding of my coffee
In the morning. It is so delicious and brown.
Coffee never lies to you.
Coffee never steals from you.
Coffee never sells your organs without your permission.
(Sharon.)
Coffee starts and makes a day.
A day without coffee is a day
Which shall live on in infamy.