It's raining again
I feel so in vain
With my bloated head in pain
Why do I have to wake up today?
Can't you see in bed I want to stay?
Begone, if you may
Crisp can be heard outside the window
There are times I'm glad it's rain not snow
But did it really show?
Cool, comfort, sleep, killing the past
Dream on if I must
To these I do trust
Still, why do I have to wake up today?
Can I not, and have my way?
And who are you to have that say?
Oh Darn! Catching up is Age
Too bad for me it wasn't Sage
Or else I'd be getting a better wage
Hmmm.. what was that ?
You want me to get off my lazy butt?
And to do what?
Hey, here I will stay laid
A bed for me that was made
Then again, if I don't move, i won't get paid
Ok up I shall be
To work you shall see me
But i won't work for free
I'll be at my desk and stare
At my PC looking like working the day
By actual fact, I was goofing away...
HAHAHAHAHA
=p
Labels: poem, The sky fell on my head, writer's block