A Coffee Growler/Olfactory Waves

Sixty four nothing less nothing more This caffeine chugging has become a chore Fill the stained water in an insulated growler I own a nineteen seventy one vintage prowler Which is rather burdensome and not at all sleepy The electric skeleton like emotion is fleeting My bones get a charge and I'm not doing tea Matè bring my focus to close to family Who are burdened by the prowler awkward position Best apology would be a coffee subscription Pulsation in rhythm for an ideal grind The capresso's tone makes it hard to keep time Graze my hair and posture like a moose Fix it with sixty four ounces of anxiety juice Breathless catapult call me plague bringer Careless drip as an appropriate elbow flinger When I cough it's a casual and loose affair When I sneeze it's slime I'm expelling to share Let it all loose you're in germ city central Repeat tissue wiping is anything but gentle Viruses are bitter they're not classified alive Which is why they infest me to multiply I'm a conduit for sickness that's eudaemonia Like judging taco bell against a local taqueria Three year flu length I have sickness superpowers Only gets worse in close proximity to flowers Now I'm rocking that Sweet anti-histamine Nose way less runny and no excessive itching The mucous production is a natural reaction Finally qualify for the all organic caption There is now sufficient cause to remain only inside As repeated allergen exposure is a wild ride Will emerge one day to speak up for the barbaloots In an old fashion deep sea diving suit