Punching Clock...
I swear morning people are passive-agressive bullies,
That or oblivious.
Sleep deprivation is defined as torture,
Just check the Geneva Conventions.
After 275 years I finally have had enough coffee,
To come up with a retort to Ben Franklin,
The early bird may get the worm,
Ben,
But those who can stay up late,
They get the date,
So enjoy your worm,
Benny boy.
I imagine a sweet fliptopia,
A world where people all leave for work at noon,
Head home at ten,
Did you forget the commute?
I'll be rockin' just fine until one,
You early birds have fun,
Be the ones too zombied out,
To give your wives alert attention,
You'll be the ones hungry every two hours,
Night owls will get slim,
Pass the cancer and dementia.
One thing's for certain,
You'll finally understand Coffee like we do,
Know in your bones,
If it goes extinct because of climate,
We Zombies will eat your early brains,
Out of sheer impossible frustration.
All I know is my alarm is now a gentle om,
Unlike the clock radio in 1980,
Evil red digits and full volume,
My morning was blown off the pillow,
DJ screaming JOHN LENNON HAS BEEN SHOT!!
Needless to say it was a miserable day,
But I was too tired to care.
Think again about your brain,
The next time you cheerfully say,
"Rise and shine!"
First bite's mine!
Catch a clue,
We haven't been a majority farm country,
Not since the early sixties,
Damn near sixty years,
So up yours with the Sun,
Let me sleep.
Whatever you do,
Make damn sure there's good coffee,
Munch,
Munch.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 09/24/2020