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