Let us make. An extra dark coffee.
No, not here. Outside. On the stairway.
My back, the ceramic plate to heat upon.
Don't you put your kettle on before I'm hot and red.
Drops would be trickling down, on the right spot.
Wait, till I make your kettle ready and hot.
Time to put some beans, let those water flow.
Beat those beans hard. Harder the better.
Let the steam rise, whistle would make a rumble
Sound of bubbles colliding will make us stumble.
Finally when the coffee is about done,
Add more beans, fast and haphazardly. Extra dark.
Time to serve,
Hot and bitter.
All over me,
Without any mercy.
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