The Bean

early morn risers

unite, join hands

and cry

in unison

for java-life

addiction we

crave

and retract our

claws in violent

retreat as

sleep creeps

out of tired

bones

with groans

of pain and

yawns from the

depths of my

maw,

relaxing on

Sarah's couch

recounting

tales of

simplicity compliant

with steel

norms erected

without permission

in darkest night

and dreary light

prop up your

head

and try to smile

it off.