Alarm blaring like a banshee
Eyes pop open as if death couldn’t keep it close
Realizing the task that awaits but don’t want it to be
Gives me no incentive to accomplish them five more minutes to doze
Down eight ounces of delicious caffeine
Rethinking the purpose of getting out of bed
opening the frig and realizing
There is nothing but a piece of bread
Enough with the delay
and stupidity hits hard and fast
Munched on the last pop tart instead of a parfait
Realizing the cavity needs a cast
Knock knock knock
open the door to see
Harold’s holding out his hand
“Giving me another bill I see”
Deep breaths I repeat in my head
Another shot of liquid courage
Off to experience a life worth living
or should I crawl back in bed and be dead?
The supermarket was packed as if a storm was coming
The post office is notorious for attitudes at its finest
The pulse beating in my ear and my heart is running
The dentist,
Oh the dentist
their sadistic drills and pics
Seeing smoke floating from my mouth
I want to be sick
Back home again
Wanting my room
I am broke and in pain
My bed is my tome
If this is a life worth living
I need a ticket please
For a ride on the river sticks
Make me feel finally at ease
Nothing ever comes easy
Nothing will ever be
They said take three of these
Maybe I should take four for ever more
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