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Oh God

I have to go to work today
I really can't be bothered,
I have to face that damn bright light
and bloody cold when I kick off the covers.

Urgh

My alarm's about to go off too
It's like I've only slept for half an hour,
When my foot touches the floor reality touches me
as I prepare to address the shower.

Pfft

Ok I'm wet but still not awake
and I've brushed my teeth and hair,
and the mere thought of driving makes me sick
just not quite sick enough to care.

Meh

Pulling my trousers over my shirt
made me lie back on the bed for a sec,
you know what, stuff it, off they come again
bugger it what the heck.

Bleurgh

Pick up the phone and call my boss
"I'm sorry but I will have to bail",
Some metaphor for illness soon begins
but my breath would tell the tale. 

Aaaah

Falling back onto my bed naked, relieved and clean
a little guilty at my little slice of heaven,
I would have to admit I feel much better now
than I ever would at quarter to seven.

Zzzzz

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