My Wake Is Fake
My brain cannot alone perform.
Without coffee, I am fog’s weight.
Yes, old or new, just make it warm.
My brain cannot alone perform.
My wake is fake ‘till joe transforms.
Without coffee, I will deflate.
My brain cannot alone perform.
Without coffee, I am fog’s weight.
Each eve, I rig my morn caffeine.
By hook or crook, coffee needs made.
No coffee rates a tragic scene.
Each eve, I rig my morn caffeine.
Real talk takes sips to ease my mean.
Coffee serves energy as aid.
Each eve, I rig my morn caffeine.
By hook or crook, coffee needs made.
... CayCay Jennings
December 2, 2016
Copyright © Caycay Jennings | Year Posted 2016
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