Caffeine High
He works like a well-oiled machine
But only when filled with caffeine
No power within
The caffeine is just a smoke screen
He won’t even stop for cuisine
So he’s string-bean thin
Entry for Black-Eyed Susan’s Tail Rhyme contest. Written April 23, 2012.
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