Romeo Naces Poet Rhyme

Einstein's Hangover

I'm jarred, jolted up
      from a snoring sleep

by my cranky alarm clock's
      clang and beep;

my legs disobey me,
      can't make them move,

my hair stands stiff
      in the old Einstein groove;

all the way to the light
      switch by the door

I stagger up what seems 
      like a mile or more;

then like a dog with
      a bone in its mouth

I drop myself back
      on my sleepy couch.

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James Foulk August 8, 2008 at 1:21 PM this brought a smile. i wrote a poem called old age, that is something like this except i can't get out of bed because i to stiff. but even when i was younger i had a tough time getting up we all do sometimes, so this poem can relate to all of us, a great write enjoyed it.

Michael Jordan August 8, 2008 at 5:28 AM Romeo - Ah the early morning blues - I used to have those days when I was a drug addict - Now days I wake with a smile - Enjoyed your poem - Enjoy that couch - god Bless