Thy twin obsidian cups embrace my fragile skull With soothing sounds. Thou, on thy hidden hinges, say “Wireless”, but, greater than mere cords, to thee I’m tied.
Five cups of coffee I’d consume (a score of coins), And five more days of energy I’d get, but thou! Thou grantest me the infinite for the same price!
Most things, once broken, beaten, remain such, but thou, With only tape of duct, rise from a crushing heel. If only we regenerated as thou dost!
Defend me from unending noises on the mall, For as I travel, hard and long, to classes far, Distractions, food trucks, all conspire to end my way.
Small sounds of life and love reverberate again, Not out where scarred men scorn true music taste, But safe inside thy oval, onyx, chamber small.
The chasm of my heart, in times of doubt, thou fill. When personal pizza day has ended at the Caf, To thee I fly, my comfort true, my anchor cheap.
May no man slander thee, nor peasants mock thy frame, Thou bargain, resource, safehouse, treasure without fame!