Resist the Call

Resist the sandman’s call,

there’s work yet to be done.

Drink caffeine by the ton

in venti, grande or tall.

The waiters’ swerve around

never spilling a drop,

running around the shop,

our cables on the ground.

 

My laptop power’s strong

with it’s battery maxed.

Caffeine’s power impacts,

I’m grabbed and dragged along.

I write and write and write

until the sandmen call.

Order another tall,

“I must finish tonight!”