The sun slowly rises
My slumber it slices
Regretting my vices
With a blurred iris
I join ISIS

I’m not a morning person
After my sleep’s immersion
And my dreams’ dispersion
I have a light aversion

I develop gasses
As the day passes
So when a new day starts
I feel the need to ****
Or I feel a burn in my heart

Disrupt my circadian rhythm
To disorient my vision
And rush my decisions
With fatigue’s incision

Traffic jams
Laugh at man
Trapped in sands
Of supply and demand

When I feel like I’m drowning
I affect those around me
With cranky sounding
Foot pounding

The watch unwinding
Is anger designing
So I’m loneliness finding
In my own business minding

The sun isn’t out
Shining on doubt
So I sit and pout
With no way out

How I act now
Will be how I’m seen later
So I can’t have a cow
Or they’ll call me a hater

Once my mind is quick
I’m still seen as a ****
They couldn’t be tricked
So my actions stick

Once my mind is sharp
I play the harp
To play my part
But they’ve seen the dark
Inside my heart
And in the sky
In disguise
As the wise
Lying lies

Once the morning is over
I search for a four-leaf clover
To spin my rotors
But they sense my odor
And retreat into death
Until I’m in luck’s debt

It’s afternoon
And laughter looms
Yet my path of doom
Left a bath of gloom
So I splash in my tomb
Of morning dew