—a cup that proves patience pushed too far just breeds bitterness

The kettle hissed, the grounds grew dry,
You let it sit, you let it die.
The bloom was gone, the oils were spent,
A bitter fate your time had lent.
What once was rich turned sharp and mean,
A flavor stripped, a ghost obscene.

You sipped it once, your tongue recoiled,
The taste of effort overboiled.
No sweetness left, no comfort shown,
Just tannin teeth on every bone.
You drained it still, you bore the cost.
A lesson steeped in what was lost.

Too long, too hot, too much, too late.
Extraction turned to choking fate.


📜 Over-Extraction – The Recipe

Ingredients:

Instructions:
Brew coffee, but let it sit too long. Ignore the timer, over-pour the water. Strain too late, sip too late. Taste the bitterness of overexertion in liquid form. Serve reluctantly.