I cannot fathom the point of shaking
The filthy sleep from my eyes
At the ungodly hour of 9 am
Just to walk around my apartment
Searching for coffee I can't afford.

(The early bird gets the worm, they say.)
(The early bird doesn't ******* get it.)

Scraping together old lotto tickets
Like a garbage picker on payday
Just to cash em' in quickly
For caffeine and crinkled newspaper
Things that make me feel like an adult.

(I've never been much of a saver.)
(Of money, lives or breath, really...)

I rise and shine
In the early PM
Blinds blocking the sunlight in fantastic fashion.
Blindly blocking out the reasons why
It's important to even wake up at all.