Brown gold!

Flow flowing air, fill the sails of my face
Without you and coffee I ain't going anyplace
The good ship Michael needs air to flow, ideas to rise,
but without any fuel, nothing, though I tries
All is calm, quiet, out on the bay
Dead in the water is the way things lay
No rowers or engine, no stars I reckons
In frustration I scream 'cause the distant shore beckons
Pontoon Charlie come help keep me afloat
Sinking lower in the water is this here boat
Down by the bow as nature gives me no quarter
I need me some dark liquid problem sorter
Hundred horsepower java infuse me with uppers
Weave your magic with several dozen cuppers!

Submitted: February 03, 2022

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