You’ll be greeted
by a nice cup of coffee
when you get to heaven
and strains of angelic harmony.
But wouldn’t you be devastated
if they only serve decaffeinated
while from the percolators of hell
your soul was assaulted
by Satan’s fresh espresso smell?
– John Agard
I'm an unabashed coffee lover; some claim a coffee addict, even. How can you desecrate the holy of holies by making it... decaf?
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