God, how I hate the morning,

Awful hair, am I adorning,

I feel like I need a shower,

I can’t close my fist, where’s my power?

By the looks of things, it’ll be a bad day,

In my bed longer, i wish to stay,

I stumble out of my bunk,

Oh by the way, last night I was drunk.

When I wake, everyone steers clear,

For my anger they very much fear,

My alarm clock is their warning,

God, how I hate the morning.