Caffeine Is My Coffin

Don't ever vouch for drunk caffeine That it can't one show one's coffin, Now,my heart's calm rate quickening, Later,taxed vessels weakening Turns it out a search for a lift But towards Descent final drift. One begins to question its source; A system is being moved with force. The waiter in every cola: Eaters it won't make a Zola; Even one drags by the collar, My best movement A Parabola! What would you have stimulated; Samson's bearing simulated? At the sight of caffeine stiffen: I'd stop a long chat or briefing.