I'm not very responsible.
There was no alarm
or noise to stir me
from my sounded
slumber.
So now I'm late
sitting at my
desk trying to
be cool but feeling
like a fool.
I hate that I have
no internal alarm.
I hate that I can't
seem to rise AND
shine.
It's my curse,
my cross,
my French
lessons.
It's the humiliation
I can't bare. The
35 year old
foolishness I
fear.
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