I’m half awake in the morning

I’m still half awake by afternoon

Get the pot and start pouring

I need coffee to escape certain doom

Sweet release brought by caffeine

God knows what it does to my body

For all I know I’ll lose my spleen

But I don’t care, where’s my coffee

I give this ode a short, sweet ending

As my brain slowly starts awakening

So here’s to driving to starbucks

Coffee or bust, now wish me luck!