As I make through my final day and last assignments of my college career, I want to praise and thank coffee for getting me through it. You've been great, so here's a poem.
Where would I be without coffee?
Would I have failed class?
Nothing would ever get done.
Coffee is my gas.
I always feed my addiction,
Even when I’m gone.
Sometimes I have to go scavenge,
If it’s not right, I’ll be wrong.
Always willing to stay up late,
Sleep is for the weak.
As long as I have that brown fuel,
I’ll stay pretty meek.
An eight o’clock class? I will win.
Nothing will stop me.
As that caffeine flows through my veins,
I will stay happy.