Not a Morning Person
Eyes burning as I rise,
The sun the thing that I despise
An orb of obnoxious, intrusive light
Pesters me while it's sleep I fight.
Day has broken without warning,
and I'm not yet together this morning.
The sounds of birds circling overhead
Just won't let me go back to bed.
I stumble and shuffle through my place
Dripping coffee down my face
If I can get to noon I'll be fine
but God help me, its only nine.
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