Postby drawscore » Sat Dec 10, 2016 7:08 am
Oh, isn't it fun to be up with the sun,
All eager to do the day's bidding?
To gaze on the sky with a gleam in your eye,
Oh, isn't it fun? Are you kidding?
Oh, isn't it great at a quarter of eight
To be out of the house like a shot?
To be on the job with the rest of the mob,
Oh, isn't it great? No, it's not!
For the time I despise is the time to arise,
'Cause when I'm in bed, I'm in clover.
Some people can turn the alarm off and leap,
But all I can do, is turn over.
So don't waste your time with your phrases sublime,
Concerning those mornings which cheer you.
I'll turn a deaf ear to your chirpings of cheer,
Or else be asleep, and won't hear you.
The dawn came swift upon me,
When all sweet things are born.
A robin perched upon my sill,
To signal the coming morn.
The bird was young and fragile,
And sweetly did it sing.
Thoughts of happiness and joy,
Into my heart did bring.
I smiled softly at the cheering song,
Then as it paused a moments lull,
I gently closed the window,
And crushed its' fucking skull.
I AM NOT a morning person. If I am awake at the crack of dawn, it's because I stayed up all night.
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