Brownish black-white fake whack brew
shocks you harder than Grandma's stew;

Biochemist's energy runs down and up
sidewards to wardsides of your veins,
your organs, limbs, your brain, to name a few
you shake and shake and break one cup
after another
cup by cup by cup
in one and every coffee shop
machines of fire don't stop to drop more of this hellish liquid
drop
into your bowl of sins, and drop
by drop
drop-drop to drop
then comes the moment it kicks
the way it should not kick like
you'll shred madly
mind so badly
you will chill shivers
under the sun
as you quiver sick-headedly
hate that click that's clicking in your head so
drop
annoyingly and with
each and every second in your head
before you'll wonder,

„The heck,
what have I done?“

Just wait some hours 'til it's gone;

good night
not sleeping tonight.

- drop.