Oh caffeine! My Caffeine! Our love affair is done, the stress you cause does me rack,
Though greeted with the sun. The drip is near, espresso I hear, the adrenaline once exulting
While follow eyes the steady reel, the liquid black and daring; But O heart! Heart! Heart!
O the bitter brew of brown, Where in my cup my decaf lies, a drink flat and dead.
O Caffeine! My Caffeine! I wish I could drink you. I wish—but you cause panic—but
you make me jangle.
(with abject apologies to Walt Whitman)