Ode to Coffee

Coffee. There is none in my brainstem.
Too much blood in my coffee system.

It is past one in the noon.
I've fallen asleep too soon.

Inspiration dost lie in shambles.
For now I can best only ramble.

I think I may have an addiction.
Or is that a thought of fiction.

My thoughts unclear.
My sight so blear.

Body within has no coffee.
World waking I shall soon not see.

Travel to yon coffee machine I need.
For my brain is filled full of coffee greed.

- Ode of the bleary eyed coffee addict copywriter.