Oh,
messenger of liquid:
smuggler of sweetened satisfaction.
You look so unopposing
in my coffee cup
I could get lost in the twirl.
Some like to chew on you,
but me,
I like your torture,
slow.
I like to stick you into a
boiling cup of caffeine
and watch you crack under its pressure.
Oh,
straw.
Your accessibility
is a fathomless maw.
When you cut off my supply,
I withdraw
until my mind is raw.
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