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Aug 2014
Alarm clock, I
abhor you!
I tell you to wake me up,
and you wake me up.
A real friend would
let me sleep;
would let me be!
When you go off
I set you to snooze,
but when I get back up
I'm fifteen minutes late for work.
You should've told me
I didn't have the time!
Isn't that your job?
The other night
during the lightning storm
you must've gone off.
Because the next morning there was
no alarm on your behalf!
I know:
I was supposed to reset you, right?
And when you went off
awhile back on the morning of
my hangover I
ripped you from the wall and
threw you across the room.
Your body buckled
your screen shattered
and now the radio just rambles static.
You're too fragile!
To hell with you,
alarm clock--
you can't do anything right.
Frank Ruland
Written by
Frank Ruland  25/M/Virginia Beach, Virginia
(25/M/Virginia Beach, Virginia)   
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