I present a bit of whimsy, delivered in verse form.
I dearly need my coffee,Tentative titles included "Don't call it an addiction" or the more 19th-century-sounding "Reflections upon a weeklong separation from my dearest beverage."
that potent morning brew--
it wakes me up and helps me
get done what I need to do.
It empowers me with its aroma;
its taste is rich and full.
Without it, I am exanimate,
and the world seems dank and dull.
It's a truth I will own up to,
and I won't hesitate to admit--
I may be fond of caffeine,
but I am every inch coffee's bitch.
...On second thought, perhaps "Coffee's Bitch" could do the trick.