I sit down in tweak town To jot down a new noun, A nice verb, a poetic sound, But all that comes out Is blah blahs, and doubt. Thereβs not enough coffee, To help satisfy me, As long as I compare myself, To everybody else.
So here in caffeine city, The poetry is witty. Every verse excites me. Ever line invites me, To be better. Speed is my muse, As long as I let her.
A nicotine lozenge, Four milligram a piece, Helps me stay awake, Until, I am allowed to sleep; Helps me to stay alert, Helps me write this verse, But in the end The zzzz will hit me worse. I guess, I should have just gone to bed Instead.