How Universes Work, in the Real World

Poem of the day with Writing prompt by Toasted Cheese Literary Journal (Monthly prompts here), "how the universe works".

From MorgueFile

How Universes Work (in the Real World)

How does the Universe work, you ask?
With gears and cogs turning round,
Or more like smell of coffee brewing
That makes your neurons flip on.

With gears and cogs turning around
In a clockwork dance.
That makes  your neurons flip on,
As the alarm begins to buzz.

In a clockwork dance,
You feel powered by some other thing
As the alarm begins to buzz
And then you are forced to wake up.

You feel powered by some other thing--
As your strip away the layers
And then you are forced to wake up
And begin the day again.

As you strip away the layers--
Bare and exposed naked
And begin the day again
Only now with a fresh cup of coffee.

Bare and exposed naked
And in sore need of a shower.
Only now with a fresh cup of coffee
Afterward are you really ready.

And in sore need of a shower--
To finally feel like yourself,
Afterward you are ready
To imbibe the ritual brew.

To finally feel like yourself
Or more like the smell of coffee brewing
To imbibe the ritual brew
Is how the universe works you ask.