"THE CAFFEINE-FUELLED WORKAHOLIC"
Tons of work that always wait
No time to waste
Not many choices anyway
Ask me not
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
“It’s all good”
‘though you can’t always pretend
You’re bloody exhausted
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
...until you decide how you’d like to be...