Coffeetime

Caffeine and I are not the best of friends
Especially when I have eaten little;
I know the way this story always ends,
Yet have not changed my ways. No, not a tittle
Despite this. I am foolish, I admit
But everything is just so bright and clear-
So I, although I know I'll have to sit
Calmly sometimes, refuse to ever steer
Away, and let my body self-reset.
Instead I simply ride the caffeine wave
Which splashes me about and leaves me wet
And has not yet whirlpooled me to my grave
Even in the side-effects and crash.
So I must scratch, although I feel the rash.