An ode to coffee

This is a shout out to one of my closest friends, coffee.  It might not be quite finished, but I thought i'd post it any how.

An ode to coffee: 

I speak not of that regular coffee brewed in the kitchen.

Not of that black coffee, no creamer, no sugar nor anything tasty

That only the most hard core coffee drinkers consume,

Which I surely am not.

No, this is an ode to that overpriced, delicious, should only buy once a week but is instead my guilty pleasure seven days a week coffee.

To that coffee swirled with chocolate, dashed with whip cream,

And topped with numerous calories.

It’s my energetic pal when I’m sleepy.

My chill comrade when I just want to sit and read.

It’s my study buddy when I’m cramming at the library like the procrastinator I am,

And my sobering friend after a night of too much partying.

What would the world be without this expensive and admittedly overpriced coffee?

That is one thing I do not wish to know.

For wherever I go, I wish to have that 16 oz cup in my hand,

And the smell of deliciousness filling my nostrils.