4 am
My head pounds
Too many rounds
5:30 am I must get up
And out to walk the dog
Then off to work
To feel like a jerk
8 hours!
Oh how my brain cowers
Now I type
All about my personal gripe
There has got to be a better way
I look out the window it is a gray day
Much like my head
I wish I was back in bed
But no I must march forward
I must continue onward
Onward and out
Out where?
"Shit" I swear
I have no idea
Ah who really cares?
It is just another day
DMM
6/27/2008
