Caffiene is my shepherd
Caffiene is my shepherd; I shall not dose.
It maketh me to wake up in lecture halls
It leadeth me beyond the sleeping masses.
It restoreth my buzz.
It leadeth me in the paths of consciousness for its name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of addiction,
I will fear no decaf.
For my coffee cup is with me.
My cream and sugar, they comfort me.
They prepares a tall latte before me in the presence of fatigue.
Caffeine anointeth my day with epe; my mug runneth over.
Surely richness and taste shall follow me all the days of my life,
And I will dwell in the house of Starbucks forever.