Caught In The Act Poem by Adjah Oka

Tired muscles squeak
Brain cells exhausted from activity
Eyes hurt from hours of light invasion
Motivation tank is empty
Ah! I need a refill
A journey to the land of dreams

Slowly his consciousness is clouded
Strong muscles give way
Eyelids meet in a kiss creating an envelope of darkness
Sweet dreams to him!
'Till the door swings and a not so kind voice calls

A little of it probably won't hurt
Someone told him it refreshes
Just pray and hope
That the master does not come knocking
So you don't get caught in the act