a bitter, thick, black,
dark and strong snack
that slides down your throat,
ever so slow, on your tongue it floats
the taste will linger;
the smell overpowers.
where's the sugar, you inquire
depleted, and i forgot to get more;
where's the creamer, you inquire
what does black coffee need creamer for?
my mistress, inside your cynical head,
black and bitter will be all your beverage.
peer down its shiny surface
and examine your wounded face
with all due respect, ma'am, let fall your tears
if bitter don't suit you, salty might be better.