I have always been concerned with my health habits
like what I inhale and the choices I stoop over.
While caffeine only drugs my senses
and becomes a stimulant I must rely on,
I once favored the sudden spike.
That was before liquid meditation
introduced its genius melody
of carefully chosen zest,
aromatic sensations
nearly slowing down my heart beat.
I do not associate myself
with flighty addicts
who crave shots of sugar.
Because I hold in my hands
a prodigy toward the beverage industry.
Antioxidants and mind effects
worthy for a prodigy.
Exotic tea.
Not green, bland, boring boxes
sent in to subdue the mind
just enough for the drinker
to realize the dull quality.
I prefer sweet and spicy chai,
waking me up to a world
full of wonder and beneficial flavor.
Cinnamon, pepper, and ginger
are my un-cloven children.
I bathe in a jazz centered room
where no thought can
break the aware and heightened
senses I now feel.
I will never be able to withhold
my salubrious addiction.
