Poem -

When I need a quick pick me up...

When I need a quick pick me up...

yours truly (me)
adds a packet of Energy Rush
(natural flavors with other natural flavors)
drink mix with Taurine
to an ordinary size glass of water.

Author admission/full disclosure:
He also adds the contents
of one five hour energy drink
(sometimes two if the beverage of his choice
more than eight fluid ounces avoirdupois).

Also, I also used to consume
at least one sports drink per day
(more or less nursing the contents),
but the unsightly paunch
around my waist noticeably
expanded right before my eyes,
and found me to go slack jawed
when undressing to take a shower,
and the mirror affixed to the cabinet door,
plus the one the wife set
strategically propped against the opposite wall
presented an impossible mission
to avoid seeing the reflection
of an old fuddy duddy
staring back at him,
and suppressing a smirk,
and then subsequently
breaking in all out guffaw
as soon as these
skinny chicken legs of mine
(if pounced upon by a cannibal/
he/she would laugh at me like a hyena)
stepped into the bathtub/shower.

 Coffee would be my go to
first taster's choice,
down to the last drop
but irritable bowel syndrome
kicked (me in the tuckus -
no pun intended),
and from reading online
(courtesy Google), the home remedy
advised against drinking caffeine
found in coffee,
thus I resorted to preparing
a solution of aforementioned powder
after filling a glass with water.

Similar to other stimulants
(within my mostly safe to consume
in moderation definition),
though I do attest that after so many hours
the Pike's Peak of buzzing energy plummets
and the only activity
that this body electric desires
would be going to
oz zzz land of sleep,
which finds me making a beeline
toward the Lazy Boy E-Z chair,
which lever on the right side
(when sitting down)
allows, enable, and provides
one to lie back in a supine position,
and within record time,
I slumber with mouth ajar
all the better to catch flies with.

Nothing more (imp) potent to me
than steering clear
of so called hard drugs,
and even alcohol does not pass
thru these lips
aside from the very low tolerance
(believe me you, I never got drunk),
the more significant reason
without rhyme directly linkedin
to swearing off mixed drinks
poses the deadly mix
with one or more
of the ten medication
taken for generalized anxiety,
dysthymia, obsessive compulsive behavior,
and palmar hyperhidrosis
id est excessive sweating of palms.

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