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To My 8 A.M.s:


Up! We are Up!
I cheer myself to rise
At the crack of seven-twenty,
‘Fore the sun has hit the skies,

On a wonderous new Monday,
I’m triumphantly awake
In sheer elation for the 8am that I
– with no especially strong feelings –
Take.

A truly magical day awaits, that starts at lovely number 8.

—

Up! We are Up!
I beg myself to rise
At the hour of seven-forty,
Peeling crust from out my eyes,

On a magical new Wednesday
I have once again arose
For an 8 am that I, against all reasoning, I chose.

A sorry start turned out okay – at least it started at 8 today.

—

Fuck!

I am up, I am up,
I have no idea the time
I’ve stumbled from a cloud of dreams
Into this lumpy bed of mine

And fuck! Oh fuck!
It is well beyond the time
When I should’ve shambled out to class
An hour ago from 9!

But…

Before I leave my sunny dorm,
I’ll take a little rest.
A half an hour all my own,
And I am at my best.