Witches ride brooms because Nature abhors a vacuum!
Caffeine is my shepherd; I shall not doze.
It maketh me to wake in green pastures.
It leadeth me beyond the sleeping masses.
It restoreth my buzz.
It leadeth me in the paths of consciousness for its name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of addiction,
I will fear no Equal -
For thou art with me;
Thy cream and thy sugar they comfort me.
Thou preparest a carafe before me in the presence of The Starbucks.
Thou anointest my day with pep; my mug runneth over.
Surely richness and taste shall follow me all the days of my life,
And I will dwell in the House of Mocha forever.
Our lager who art in barrels, hallowed be thy drink.
Thy beer doth come, I will be drunk, at home as in the tavern.
Give us this day our foamy head, and forgive us our spillages
as we forgive those who spill against us.
And lead us not to incarceration, but deliver us from hangover.
For thine is the beer, the bitter, and the lager, forever and ever.
Feeling Stressed Out?
Picture yourself near a stream.
Birds are softly chirping
in the crisp cool mountain air.
Nothing can bother you here.
No one knows
this secret place.
You are in total seclusion
from that place
called “the world.”
The soothing sound of a
fills the air
with a cascade
The water is clear.
You can easily
make out the face
of the person
whose head you’re
under the water.