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Well, friends, my drug of choice has tightened its grip on my tender neck once again.

I kicked caffeine for 3 months, but now I’m back off the wagon. Or is it on the wagon? I can never remember that.

The point is: I’m an addict once again.

I wrote a poem to express my feelings. It doesn’t rhyme, so don’t try to make that work. I live above the rhyme.

But not above the influence.

Caffeine, My Cruel Bitch Mistress

I didn’t take a shower today, Caffeine
I blame you for that, Caffeine
You’re the bane of my existence, Caffeine
You make me feel like shit, Caffeine

You mess up my sleep cycle, Caffeine
You make me tired when I shouldn’t be, Caffeine
I just don’t know how to quit you, Caffeine
I don’t know what to do without you, Caffeine

Caffeine, my drummer says I should embrace you
Caffeine, he says you and fatty foods are my only vices
Caffeine, you are my alternative to other more detrimental offerings
Caffeine, most claim you are innocuous

But you make me an addict.

You perk up my day, Caffeine
You add zest to my beverages, Caffeine
I need you inside me, Caffeine
What are you doing later, Caffeine?