Damn if that alarm clock isn’t annoying me,
toying with me to get the hell up!
The beams of light seem too God-blessed bright
and I’d be right to lower the blinds.
Morning comes too soon in my nightly swoon,
and this ribald tune in my head to this dread-
ed rise stays internal. Another infernal taunt
flaunting the daunting day ahead.
It makes me wish I were dead
to the world for another five minutes!
Carpe Diem? My posterior!
I’m not seizing anything until I’m ready!

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017

QKJ #19 – Aubade



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