April Assonances

Adrenaline

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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