the thought of it triggered a longing
deep as bowels, throbbing as prostates.
It made me feel so fizzy.
It made my gums so swollen.
For a while I thoguht it was the brown sugar made me dig it,
but it was the caffeine.
I chugged, and, breathing heavy carbon rapids,
fasped fresh air, taht tasted so much better
with aid of caffeine.
I listened to noisy music, took me so much higher
after caffeine.
But it was the caffeine was doin' the takin',
my hands was doin' the shakin',
handed so much money to
a large corporation
hypocratized my socialist beliefs,
I would've drank coffee
it's more condensed
but too hot,
I couldn't drink it fast enough
for the requisite influx to produce the desired effect.
It was even hard to drink Pepsi,
the carbonation depraving my gums,
prolly would've turned to pills
prescription or none
if I wasn't such an organic hippie and all,
would've swallowed them en masse all night long,
But then I quit,
put the turkey in the freezer,
never let that mother thaw,
convinced myself I hated fizz,
realized I despised that angry taste
and waned my caffeine intake with psychosomatic rhetoric
Shut it down. Didn't touch caffeine anymore
(despite unknowingly chewing some tea-leave one early-morn)

now I drink water
with lots of ice,
which I chomp into chunky, minute, melting pieces,
reaking havoc on my dilapidated teeth,
but I know how much the chemical in me,
the junkie in me,
ain't fixed
and would without hesitation
binge like a motherfucker right now all night long.