Hazy and lazy…slow of registry… Yawning and looking round me in a fog… All the day long a traffic jam-like clog Of thoughts congealed and thick and movement-free… Were you not there each dawn to liven me— To perk my senses, set my mind a-jog, And give my sluggishness the whip and flog— This jello-minded zombie would I be! And afternoons I’d feel a lethargy: I’d faintly flag, and laggardly I’d slog And trudge and drudge and ***** through sludge and grog Were you not there to fill me with esprit. You turn me on and leave me all agog! You are my princess: Kiss me! I’m your frog!
Arise and Shine
I've heard it said To quicken the dead A voodoo rite perform. But hear me well: You need no spell The dead to wake and warm.
You need but take A coffee break And wet a corpse's lips With drops of Joe Until it show A thirst for little sips.
A Drinking Song
I need it when I wake at dawn And when I wake at noon; I need it when I wake and yawn Beneath a silver moon.
And then my thirst cannot be slaked: I drink a couple pots, (Or more if when I waked I baked And downed a couple shots.)
And never dare you give to me A cup of voltless Joe! You'll quake with fear to watch and see The hissy-fit I'll throw!
Coffee, I say! Give me a cup! And fill it to the brim! Give me a cup! I'll drink it up With vigor, verve, and vim!
To get to baseline I need a drug Delivered to me in an oversized mug; And if I need it, and I can't get it, Holy mother of hell, I regret it!
Tea for Two
If you desire some stimulation I'll brew you a cup of tea; And if you desire some relaxation I'll make it caffeine-free.
But spiked or not,—black, green, or Grey,— No matter how it's took,— Tea's best enjoyed on a rainy day In a ******* with a book.