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Poem complaining about getting out of bed

Updated: May 13, 2020

It's like getting sand in your toes,

As unlucky as losing your watch,

It's a useless burden,

It's a spider on my mattress slowly crawling up,

There's not much time left ticking on the clock.

Annoying like an ambulance siren,

It's a human sacrifice,

It's my toys blowing up one by one,

I just can't ignore it,

But I just can't do it.

It's an explosion in my guts,

A lion raging inside me,

There's an urge inside me,

But on the outside I'm lazy,

And it's driving me crazy!

But I heave myself out of bed;

The first five seconds are like icicles on my fingertips,

I stumble to the dining table,

Slow like a sloth,

And there, perfectly laid, undisturbed...


The most delicious breakfast ever!

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