Poem – Caffeine with Sugar and Cream

I see you sitting there,

brewing, stewing, hot.

Acting like you’re something,

something in that pot.

You are a constant,

an always endless need.

A sudden caffeine warning,

whose advice you better heed.

One cup, two cups

three cups, four.

Lusting, lusting,

always needing more.

An addiction,

passing through my veins.

Driving me along,

holding all the reigns.