discredited witnesses

My problem is, I love the tea,
so I’m drinking too much coffee,
I used to oppose that adversely with alcohol
boosting nocturnal arc with a goblet and a mug.
but now I’m single so drinking is not necessary,
not sure how I rationale that,

I broke the beans mill so I’ll have a reason,
to interrogate her eyes,
two discredited witnesses,
of how I’m losing the daylight,

I used to live at the beach and ocean waves observed me with discernment alike,
I’m unmistakably not a surfer to strike a good judgement,
desolate, back to the city, arguing that people are nature,

I order another filter,
overtipping,
await cute barista’s attention

linked mentions for "discredited witnesses":

1. Self-help Poetry
   “Self-help poetry” finds me in the most vulnerable period of my life. I craft a humorous verse and hurriedly send it to a woman in San Francisco,