I wake up in the morning and shake

Until I can complete the ritual

Of that complex chain of chemicals

To release the rush of dopamine

Sitting in my coffee cup

Then after a few hours I must get it again

Like to a confessional, I pour the secrets out

To seek absolution for the sin of sleep

I taste the bitterness of a wake up

Forgiveness sixteen ounces at a time

But each time I feel alive

Humanity, from Colombia, Brazil, and Turkey

Dripped, roasted, poured over, intravenously

I care not the method this cup of madness

Just the content and the message

Such is the Congregation of the devout

From Our holy lady of Caffeine

Gathering, in a groggy fellowship in the morning

Seeking communion with printed vessels

And sweet wafers of raspberry and glaze

But the pot of brown gold did more

For the wayward and the poor

And exercise the demons in addled minds

That broke in lands too ancient to tell

Till the carafe runs dry