There is no easy place
To rest my head
On this wan and dreary morning
When I'd rather be back in bed

The damn clock buzzed
And I groaned
Rolled my oh so unwilling ass out of bed
Damn, I think my bones moaned

Do the morning ritual
Shower, teeth, and hair
Damn, where did I leave my glasses?
I really know not where

Finally, on the road I go
To travel my way to the grind
To stare at a screen all day
While sitting on my expanding behind

Work work work
Typing, clicking, cursing
Every now and then taking a break
To do a little versing

And then, the time so glorious
Thats been crawling here all day
I turn off the light, close the door
And quickly go on my way

To walk in the front door
And be greeted by four footed insanity
Oh man, what the heck did you guys do on the rug?
I say, though with a tad more profanity

Time to get a work out
(Remember the expanding behind?)
Which, let me tell you
Is most definitely NOT my favorite way to unwind

Then off to cook dinner
Make it up as I go
But hey, at least it hasn't killed anyone yet
As far as I know (your honor)

Maybe a little TV
Or play a little game
It's not overly exciting, I admit
But it's really not that lame

Then off to sleep I go
To do my nightly battle with insomnia
Aw crap, now I have to find a word
That rhymes with insomnia (yea yeah, so you tell me a good word that rhymes!)

The alarm clock buzzes
The vicious cycle begins anew
And again I can't find my glasses
Think anyone would believe me if I said I had the Bavarian Flu? :)

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