I’m an addict, a fiend, I have a Columbian monkey on my back, a java jones. I hate the taste, but I can’t get enough, I need more, need to pay too much for a little paper cup and a plastic lid with too many holes, gotta smell the sweet beans, taste the bitter elixir coat my mouth, sting my tongue, burn my throat, makes me sweat, makes my heart race, race, race with that caffeine bean, like a speedball fiend ’til those last grainy drops, like sand in my mouth, tell me it’s time to get more, more of that bitter wine.