—a lukewarm reminder that mediocrity can still hurt.
It wasn’t bad. It wasn’t good.
It tasted like you thought it would.
A middle note, a muted kick,
The kind of brew that doesn’t stick.
You drank it fast to feel awake,
But all it did was let you fake.
It wasn’t bold, it wasn’t brave,
Just caffeine in a beige enclave.
A sip that said, “This too shall pass,”
Then lingered like uncut grass.
You told yourself it hit the spot,
But deep inside, you knew it not.
This cup was just a placeholder.
You, pretending you’re not colder.
📜 House Blend Breakdown – The Recipe
Ingredients:
- 1 cup Drip-Brewed House Blend (medium roast, unremarkable, soul-absent)
- 1 oz Half-and-Half (the illusion of richness)
- 1 sugar packet (optional, some delusions prefer sweeteners)
- Garnish: Coffee ring on the desk you haven’t wiped since Tuesday
Instructions:
Brew whatever’s on-hand. Add cream and sugar like you’re patching drywall. Serve in a chipped office mug with a motivational quote you no longer believe. Drink without thinking. That’s kind of the point.