It's Time To Make The Coffey Poem by White Tiger

Got up this morning, very early
Didn't know where I was, eyes opened, barely

My body was in pain, my vision was blurry
I stumbled into the kitchen, in a chaotic hurry

I knew I had to make, my wake up juice
Without that potion, i would not feel lose

But Mr. Coffey had trouble, it wouldn't start
Now, i was seeing double, two machines a foot apart

I was feeling lazy, going crazy
My mind was whacked, my eyes were glazy

It's time to make the coffey, what the hell is going on?
Ahhh! My machine was unplugged, but now the coffey is gone

I can't believe it, i'm white as a ghost
I ran out of coffey, when i needed it the most!


C. Vergara
05.04.2012