A very bad morning.
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.
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