Where would man be without his sweet creamy coffee?
His days would be dark, his disposition dreary,
His senses dulled down, his subconsciousness sleepy,
The adrenaline ache, how addicted is he?
From the moment he awakens, he craves all morning,
All day he fights fatigue, with caffeine and sweetening,
Sleep-deprived, unnourished, keeping midnight oil burning,
Adrenaline, his gasoline, fuel for functioning.
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April Assonances
PoetryBook of poetry for April 2023 Versification hosted by @WattpadPoetry. 8-10 line verses based on each day of April's prompts. (Mostly) A mix of theology, romance, philosophy and a little fun fictional history. www.wattpad.com/story/336414231-versifi...
