Lift me out
Of mundane fog,
Piercing swollen sinuses
And sparking tepid heart.

Dry the mud inside my eye
And make my world pristine,
Caffeine.

Waking to a lazy swamp
I'm reaching for my buttress drug
To stir in me a robust cup
That steams and runneth over,

Up!

I mean to match the rising sun
That grew the plant and brew of bean
That feeds the hands that worked the field
That makes my world pristine,
Caffeine.

The man demands the hour hand
With countenance too mean
I could not make it through these days
Without my love, caffeine.