Years I waited, addicted to food, air and water.  I noticed recently more and more addictions, crop's of them harvested by fewer and fewer road's leading to fewer distractions, focus on the few things in life worth mentioning.

Coffee.  Delicious, pretentious, utterly caucasian I sit sipping a demitasse or carafe.

The uber of my delicate psyche's menschliness, a bean ground fine and soaked through, small wonder many things can go wrong.

Toss in bit of my heritage and refine, mine it for the only literary meaning. 
Fantastic, ruled by the very freedom given.  Books you've enslaved me to your mean ennui. 
Now, consequently, given to upper class puppetry by lower class beginnings, fraughtless with pure cream and given new blood through aeons of folded or rolled papyrus, lineage anew.

Addiction, not new, only realized.  Coffee, you wooed me.  Refined taste and escapes, knew a spirit of dreams round the mid of Julius, found in a Peaceful land.  Stirred through chocolate and sugar, even besotted milk, speckled flavor, rarified taste, still escape.

Pleasure and pastries demurred
wicker, wicked
Both Seated

Only an awakening (chopinlike), and selfsufficientsuicide

will take my tastes, like all them crackheads, to crystalline proportions.

Oh, what Woe
I sit low, so low.

Out of love, taste, elite, has come addiction.
My dealer, the shelf, a card's swipe away, how low to go, I'd seek without money to find, my coffee's face without the fine taste, but when you go to corners find a whore who'd make your weary mind an instant, find, elated mind, but her taste so bitterly twined, the tinged burned case of chemist's crimes,

Coffee I've betrayed you...
Our past was tinctures, sweet perfumed
Now I've straightlined chem'd looms
A solid cup with time and love
Replaced with teaspoons
Harsh, whipped clumps

Deserved is taste, mired and acrid
Worsened still of sucre added
Again I'll sip another cup
Blinded taste, Instant mush.

INSTANT COFFEE IS HELL ON EARTH...if enough people like this, I'll write the story behind it.