Kicking Caffeine

I don’t feel like drawing or writing a poem

I just want to curl up in bed in my home

I feel like I’m living some terrible dream

Cause today is the day that I’m kicking caffeine

Sometimes I feel cold and sometimes I feel hot

I’m writing this now as I sit by the pot

And my head’s being crushed by some awful machine

But that’s what you get when you’re kicking caffeine