Another Monday
Author: boyshchrm6The alarm clock crowed its monstrous notes as I struggled to find it’s camouflaged position.
Like a cap in the wind it tumbled further away in the blankets as I tried furiously to reach..
A clunk on the floor advised me it was wounded as it turned into a tweet half accomplishing my mission.
Stumbling thru my bedroom doorway I peeked thru cloudy eyes and cursed thru mumbled speech.
Why didn’t I take that veterinarian course-oh yeh! very long and costly and too darn demanding.
Will have to shave and shower, comb my teeth and brush my hair?….and try and find my keys.
This routine for company, corporation and state often seems obscene and never ending
I will be like a walking Zombie until I reach the brown box in the line and say large double double Plezzzz….
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 3:48 AM CST
About this poem:
Not a morning person