Holy Serpent

Oh that venom that plants the seed
of sweet rotten fruits on the rich

soil of unsuspecting minds.

That serpent intends to live on that
tree of knowledge forever, For knowledge
is power, and power is everything.
It feeds on others' misfortunes and
feasts on their trespasses. It hisses
your sins and seals your fate.

Oh hail the judge of all transgressors.
Holy serpent, creature of God, pray
for us sinners now and at the hour
of our death. Amen!

Coffee

Since you’ve left, coffee tastes just like coffee; however I mask its taste with sugar and creamer.

Starbucks tastes no different, only a million times sadder.

I tried drinking coffee with pan de sal, but it only tasted a lot worse than it used to. It was like drinking coffee that tastes like tears.

I once had coffee with a stranger I met from god knows where and the coffee was as bland as the conversation. It got cold so fast.

Coffee may have lost its essence to me now.

I have been drinking coffee with you in the worst of times but it never tasted bad.

When you left, coffee has turned into cum—it just has to be ejected. That if from another, it’s something you want to taste but never want to swallow.

I still have not given up on brewing the best coffee. Tea is just too tiring and beer is just too, well, I like beer, but you don’t.

So, just please.

Please.

Make my coffee taste good again.