In the celestial coffee shop at Beetle juice street
where the usual crowed of chatty spirits meet
those fallen one’s at they latest rumors
while others flattering with giggle humors
oh firmament of caffeine and all other ine
every bodies foamy concubine
they said I will be coming around
sometime poetic sometimes loud
pushing buttons where are non
better take some sweet muffins for the run
chasing more hilarious firmaments that shine
then not everything needs to rhyme
but days will come and memories slap your face
let me hold you there by your tempting little lace
every rumor has its element of fact
the endorphin riddled body is not intact
o delicious soul senses
temptress of my dependence
bitter smell of roasting beans and chocolate
universe of mental apparate
do not led to temptation
hope I have in reservation