The Joy of Coffee
Caffeine is my shepherd; I shall not doze.
It maketh me wake in green pastures: it leadeth me
beyond the sleeping masses.
It restoreth my buzz: it leadeth me in the paths of
consciousness for its name sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of
addiction, I will fear no Equal: for thou art with me:
thy cream and thy sugar, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a carafe before me in the presence
of Juan Valdez: thou anointst my day with pep:
my mug runneth over.
Surely richness and taste shall follow me all the days
of my life: and I will dwell in the House of Maxwell forever.