Poetry

Countdown, 5 (362.)

The room stays dark in the afternoon
’cause I sleep in and keep the blinds closed.
The food bowl stays empty ’til the afternoon,
my lord, how does the cat stay happy?
Poor thing, she sleeps until the afternoon,
though I suppose she sleeps most of the day,
yet this is no excuse for strapping her
to my bad habits.
The coffee maker stays cold through the morning
’cause I’m not there to use it,
I’m asleep and ignoring the things I must do
to make new habits for myself.
Anyway, for me, the universe was created
in the afternoon,
and I’d like to go back
and do it all over again
so the morning is my new start.
Sleep at night, wake at daylight,
dance all through the day.

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