I wake up in the morning and have ten minutes to spare
Showered and cleansed, gel in my hair
There's only one way to fill this gap you see
So I head to the kitchen and make a big cup of tea
The initial rush is pleasing as the tea touches my lips
I can feel the buzz from my head to my... err...
Halfway through it becomes to much
and I make the decision to put down the cup
I arrive in work and without any time to think
I take off my jacket and I'm offered a drink
Unable to think of anything else to say
My reply, with a smile, is a chirpy "Okay"
Because the only word that rhymes is toffee
I recline in my chair and sip at my steaming hot coffee
The effect can be felt far more than before
and not long after my foot's tapping on the floor
Half an hour later and the effects have stopped
and against my will, for more caffeine I opt
Up I get and like a magnet to metal
I head for the kitchen and fill up the kettle
This cup of tea is made a little too strong
And unsurprisingly my body reacts before too long
My stomach reacts with the force of a kick
I feel light-headed and I'm on the verge of being sick
My head starts spinning, my eyes seem on fire
I knew this would happen, less caffeine I require
I sit down again and try to concentrate
But nothing's getting done at this or any rate
An hour later and I'm feeling better again
But outside the sun's turned into rain
Work's tedious and I'm getting bored
Before I know it, I'm back in the kitchen - caressing the kettle's chord.
More shit poetry can be seen here and here.
If you're thinking "Wow, he reacts too easily to caffeine", you should see me on drugs - Holy Moly.