Where’s the coffee? Is there any left?
I must have it to begin my day.
The can is empty, and I’m bereft,
I simply can’t face the world this way.
Maybe I will try a cup of tea,
For a smaller measure of caffeine.
Now where can that box of teabags be?
In this cabinet it was last seen.
My hands are trembling. I must sit now.
I’m getting the early morning shakes.
Cold sweat is breaking out on my brow,
And my left temple suddenly aches.
I go to the fridge to get a Coke,
For that drink has some caffeine, as well.
It’s an hour now since first I woke,
And my body is going through Hell.
Not a single cola can I find,
So my last hope is coffee ice cream.
But all we have is the sherbet kind –
“I need my coffee?” I loudly scream.
The dog yelps and runs from the kitchen,
And the cat hides in behind the trash.
By now I find my eyes are twitching,
And fists on the countertop I smash.
I sink to the floor, very distraught,
Full in the throes of withdrawal pain.
This is a dreadful habit I’ve got,
But I have tried to quit, all in vain.
Just then, my wife arrives from the store,
With shopping bags, and I start to laugh.
Till I tremble all over once more,
When she says, “They only had decaf!”
© By RickMack (Rmrickmack@aol.com)