Ode to Iced Coffee

What drink will refresh your pure soul?

The chilled, so buoyant cube float high

With tint of chestnut dark burnish,

It stunts your precious growth toward troll.

A touch of bitter tastes comply,

And sweet of sugar specs flourish.

You soon will awake restart fresh,

A magic concoction swallow,

Drug disguise legalized a sip,

Energy gathers each cell thresh,

An induced bowel leaves hollow,

And repeat process for next guilt trip.