My coffee’s not cold enough.
Oh wait, it’s not hot enough.
Woe is me! I am at the mercy of my coffee.
My will this late is not quite tough.

I am drunk being awake this long,
Maddened to laughing at my state,
I stand muttering in my sleep,
Why am I even up this late?

My senses are long shot,
It’s starting to tell,
May this coffee wake me up,
get me through my voluminous hell.