COFFEE MESSIAH

COFFEE MESSIAH

When the sun comes up

And the dawn of a new day

Rises

Fuk em.

I’m a coffee messiah

When people don’t

Like what I say or write

Fuk em.

I’m a coffee messiah

When the job

Gets stressful &

The people get tired

Fuk em.

I’m a coffee messiah

&

I’m 2000 years old

But I appear middle aged

I got a beef with God

I’ve got a beef with hate

Racists, assholes & the KKK

Who can’t even handle their whiskey

And I’ve taken down

More monsters than

All those “Johnny Come

Lately’s” taking the credit

For my rage

Still

Fighting battles

When they all

Just gave up

Without energy

Uncaffinated

Lame

Like Nazis on parade

In a city they don’t belong

Breathing out fire

And smoking my cigs

I got a habit hooked

On this fuel that lets

Me breathe

Without EVER stopping

To SLEEP

I got Voltaire and Kerouac

Hooked on caffeine, Bach &

Beethoven, Kierkegaard &

Pepys

Tanked

Addicted

Strung out

Like an angel of creativity

A blessing

Stronger than any morphine

Why?

Because fuk em

I’m a coffee messiah

For my church is coffee &

Coffee incarnate

That flows through my veins

And nothing else remains

Walking through out

History wearing shades looking

For my next dark cup dark fix

Mocha Lattes

Double shot Expresso’s

Or straight up just black

A fucking form of alchemy

That never quits

Looking for cafes & coffee

Houses along the way

Ever since the day

They were made by

People who realized

Coffee’s here to stay

And that they cannot exist

Without it

So the next time

You witness some miracle or

When the world is in dismay

Or look at a creation that

Some artist has made

Don’t Thank God or some

Muse who never cared anyways

Just blame

Extraordinary amounts

Of caffeine

Of coffee

And when they say

To you you’re shaking

Or a bit overly excited

Say to them what needs to

Be said very quickly

Like

Why am I this way?

Because

Fuk em.

I’m a coffee messiah

That’s right

And like all the other

Coffee addicts

We are here to fight evil,

Read books &

Save this fucked up world

And write –

Until there’s no more

Coffee

Left

~ R.M. Engelhardt

®2025