Stumblingly Poems

Work!

"Yaaaaawn," I yawn,
the morning's pawn,
I then put on
pajama pants.

Stumblingly walking,
mumble-talking
unable to do
my dance.

I drink caffeine
something obscene,
and can think keenly
once again.

Then down the lane
to work, my bane,
energy draining
spirit waning
my body's slave
until my break
which hardly slakes
my pains and aches
and then and then and then and then and then,

"Yaaaaawn," I yawn,
the evening's pawn,
I then put on
pajama pants.

Stumblingly walking,
mumble-talking
unable to do
my dance.