My eyes migrate from the back of my head
and opening slowly, see I'm still in bed and
it's Monday so I lay for a while.

There must be a fault
I want to grind to a halt
but my body insists that
I rise and make coffee,

if they could you know that they would
put a license fee on dreams,

no dreams for me last night.

Okay so they say is okay
but Monday?
okay
I can do several more before
twenty twenty-four.