Like coffee

It always starts out like coffee...

At first- It's hot, steaming, energizing
And may even burn your tongue a little bit,
But the great taste heats you up and you don't notice it

And later it getts a bit colder
But the temporture's just fine-
It's warm, relaxing, peaceful, tasty

But then the cup is almost at it's end
Most of the liquid is gone
And there isn't much left to drink

What's left is cold, bitter and gross
But you feel somewhat obligated to finish it,
You won't waste a perfectly good cup of coffee...

And yet
There is always
A little bit of cold coffee
Left in the dirty mug
Left on the table
Until
You finally get the chance
To pour it down the kitchen sink
And
Wash it all away.



And you're just left
With that bitter taste
And a burnt tongue.