I wake up every morning with a headache,
My mouth, an outlet for the bitterness,
Enthralled by the peeling tragedy that is
Ingesting enough caffeine to forget how to write
I am well-oiled, a glutton of efficiency,
Pour that Venti down my throat, I’ll still be hungry
Last year, Starbucks made $32B from selling gasoline,
Today, the hand of Productivity choked the life out of me.
I am no addict, it’s not one of those drugs,
One day, everything I want to achieve
Will be governed by the dopamine released
When my poems earn their weight in caffeine
20 ounces of labor later and I am tired,
I douse myself so that I can ignite the hearts
of the people becoming automated machines,
Self-driving, Self-Sufficient, and Self-Destructive
Aug 9, 2023
Aug 9, 2023 at 8:50 PM UTC
I wake up every morning with a headache,
My mouth, an outlet for the bitterness,
Enthralled by the peeling tragedy that is
Ingesting enough caffeine to forget how to write
I am well-oiled, a glutton of efficiency,
Pour that Venti down my throat, I’ll still be hungry
Last year, Starbucks made $32B from selling gasoline,
Today, the hand of Productivity choked the life out of me.
I am no addict, it’s not one of those drugs,
One day, everything I want to achieve
Will be governed by the dopamine released
When my poems earn their weight in caffeine
20 ounces of labor later and I am tired,
I douse myself so that I can ignite the hearts
of the people becoming automated machines,
Self-driving, Self-Sufficient, and Self-Destructive
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