In the Middle of the Morning
It would be nice to be writing
Much more exciting
Than sitting here in my recliner
With socks in my head
My bones ache, my tummy too
Nose filled with disgusting goo
Squawking with a rock in my throat
Barely moving, half dead
One minute roasting, next on ice
I tell you what, this ain’t nice
Not enough energy to even think
Guess I’ll go back to bed
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