The alarm sounds
My eyes look around
darkness surrounds
I reach out and hit the button
silence abounds
Eyes closed
not quite asleep
hope holds
but then the beep
I open my eyes
and realize
the day beckons
Yawn, Stretch
stick out a toe
groan, moan
I don't want to go
Whining and complaining
won't make it so
Get up, Get going you wretch
Shower, dress, eat
Now you're on your feet
Horn honks, cars creep
mentally murder
other drivers on the street
slow drive
but you arrive
It's the last work day of the week
You will survive.
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