I do not want to work on this poetry assignment. The side-effects, overflow of caffeine, have kicked in. Zapping neurotransmitters back into action. High-powered electrical shocks serving as memos. A punishment for ill habits, procrastination and a poor diet. Hello? You were expected earlier. I have no faith left in you! I have been waiting, patiently, for your high and now, you decide to awaken my senses, wooly caterpillars crawling down my spinal cord (the opposite of a fuzzy feeling), my heart swollen and my lungs deflated from the inhalation of tobacco smoke. It is too late, I have raised my arms high in surrender.

Suck you.

World, compose and deliver me a beautiful sestina. Preferably, via e-mail.