Mornings suck; I love bed.
Sandy eyes and messy hair.
I pull the covers over my head.
I long for comfort, hard desk instead.
Being awake just isn't fair.
Lunchtime bores; I love bed.
The afternoon drags on, heavy as lead.
My back aches from this plastic chair.
I pull my hoodie over my head.
Dinner eaten, I'm drowsy and fed.
Homework due but I don't care.
Evenings are good. I love bed.
I could go to sleep, TV instead.
Just one more episode, I swear.
Common sense goes over my head.
A full night of sleep is very rare,
the morning light I have come to dread.
Mornings suck; I love bed,
I pull the covers over my head.
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