"THE CAFFEINE-FUELLED WORKAHOLIC"

Stay awake

Tons of work that always wait

No time to waste

Not many choices anyway

Ask me not

to relax

I need to catch up

with all I’ve lost

Thanks to you-know-who

‘though they refuse to accept it’s true

One more cup

of that black coffee, please?

Pray this old heart won’t pop

after so many punches and stabs

Convince friends:

“It’s all good”

‘though you can’t always pretend

You’re tired

You’re bloody exhausted

Oh-so-fed-up

Wait, what romance?

It’s probably been dead for ages

My two left-feet will ruin the dance

These days, close to no chances

Secure myself with money

Yes, this road is lonely

but there’s only me

the existing warrior

not a princess aching

for some cliche, prince charming

such an ancient fantasy

Go back to work, lovely

It’s still around the clock, hopefully not for eternity

Well, probably...

...until you decide how you’d like to be...

R.