Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Monday Mornings (poem)

Get up, Get ready
but doing it very steady.
Eyes still blind
with a sleepy mind.
Falling out of my bed
already dreading the day.
Too lazy to walk 
and still not ready to talk.
Roommates already up
as I'm throwing up in my red solo cup.
School is not cool
like my dogs pool of drool.
But class is in an hour
so I better hop in the shower.