Ode to the Temple of Caffeina - Let Us Give Thanks and Praise

 This morning, when I finally got my coffee, I muttered, "Oh, blessed coffee!" (a not uncommon occurrence). And then the hamsters in my brain started treading in their wheels, and this happened.  

Psalm C₈H₁₀N₄O₂

 Caffeine is my shepherd. I shall not want.

It maketh my brain to function without fractures: It leadeth me not to kill sons and daughters

It restoreth my soul: It leadeth me in the paths of anti-stress and cureth my headache.

Yea, though they baulk, my brain cells rally 'gainst the borough of death, I will fear no decaf: for thou art with me; thy beans and thy brace, they comfort me.

Thou sits so bless'd on the table before me in the service of mind at ease: thou clearest my head of voile; my cup runneth empty.

Surely refills aplenty shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of Caffeina for ever.

Amen.