As if I started on this yesterday
And didn't yet let up, I'm staggering.
As if a lack of sleep has made me pay,
My weakened body is still wondering
Just why it is that I am still so tired?
I've slept all night, I went to bed on time.
My veins are filled with mercury, I'm wired.
I just don't understand how I'm this mired
Within a glut of anti-motion here
When all I smell is wafting brewed allure.
I need a beverage, and not a beer
I need a drink of coffee hot and pure.
Don't even try, don't even try to stop me
At least until I've had my cup of coffee.
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The Request Book
PoetryThis book of poems contains my poems written to your requests (including, in some cases, requests that you did not make and that I imagined). Anyone may make a request for a poem on any subject and I will do my best. Please leave a comment and I w...
