I like to think I’m a well-oiled machine,

But I simply don’t work without shots of caffeine,

Not poured from a jar, but ground from the bean,

I’m coffee compulsive, I think it’s a gene!

Capuccino or Gaelic or drinks in between,

Latte Macchiato laced with grenadine,

A Zorro, a Borgia, a nice Bicarin,

A Monk’s liqueur coffee, with Benedictine.

Don’t long for a fag or for nicotine,

Don’t need any pot or amphetamine,

Just a fix of some coffee in drinks or cuisine.

Without it I’d need a long quarantine,

Or a special, fantastic, caffeinated vaccine.

It soothes my digestion, it comforts my spleen,

It keeps me quite focused, it keeps me quite ‘mean’,

Give me a shot and I’ll lick the cup clean,

I’m  just a Java junkie, a Calypso queen!