An Ode To Coffee by Ray Davidson
Sleep is for the weak, someone I know once said,
I want to feel alive and not just temporarily dead,
Tis' better to be conscious, than to sleep away our life,
Besides it gives us more time to deal with all our strife.
Oh the nay sayers will say, you are crazy to be like that,
Who wants to give up that bed to put on their coat and hat?
To go off to work and play and start another grueling day,
Mister you are really crazy, to be thinking like that way.
But I have a secret weapon to fight away those dreams,
These things can pack a whallop, these special little beans.
They give me rise to chaos and funny nonsense like this,
To write such goofy things and make me feel this bliss,
That I get from drinking coffee, it has me to spread it's voice,
Coffee, the breakfast of champions, caffeine the drug of choice.
So sleep away your cares, you're all a bunch of lazies!
I've got to go work and deal with all those bunch of crazies.
So goodbye to you in slumber when everyone is at that brink.
There'll be no sleep for this guy, well, maybe just a wink.
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