Make mine a double,
twice the impact I’m told
A big stir, market well,
that’s how best it gets sold
The house of concoction,
it’s whiter that white
Need a Grande, well-brewed
to quench this appetite
Grown homeland, world beating,
straight from the Bush
Timing’s crucial, inherent,
to create the head rush
Spill precision, through the air,
but the lid’s still on tight
Then floored with some help,
to ensure it’s done right
Not a grain to believe,
that such taste some would savor
So increase the heat,
and grind down for full flavor
So much lost in the fall,
so much wasted, so many drops
How long to mop up,
how much longer till it stops
The aroma now stinks,
is what everyone’s saying
For the customers left,
and he’s gone without paying
Mind stimulation,
perhaps it’s time we awoke
Intelligence forces, forces intelligence
to see through the smoke..
Andrew R. Gray – sometime after September 11th, 2001
