quickie

oh no, it's monday morning
when my eyes are at their smallest
my coffee mug my only friend
but the clock racing as my foe

woe is me, I want to go back to bed

the day is long, my throat still sore
I have more errands to run
than bright ideas in my mind
hesse, I know why you chose prose

woe is me, there is not enough coffee in the world

even the sun is up bright and beaming
yet I work in a dusty shack
where no ray of light is ever seen
just plastic props to fake a past life's misery

woe is me, I am going to be late