It’s time to rise and go to work.
My dog rolls over with a smirk.
There’s a pounding in my head.
I wonder how to work from bed.
Two cups of coffee for my thirst.
The second cup to wake the first.
It was a very long night indeed.
But a little longer now, I plead.
I should be functional by noon.
At least it will be the weekend soon.
Author: Blind John Ellsworth
Blind John Ellsworth (1960- ), a (questionable) poet and sometimes Texas bluesman. He has recorded one spoken-word album (thankfully unreleased), since he is still trying to learn to play guitar. (Lack of musical skills is what makes him a poet and not a lyricist. Plus, he can’t write music.)
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