Just Another Day

Just another day really.

Waking up, and down ..

(down and out).

TV rested, groaning as I switch it on,

A lazy teacher unprepared for class.

I survey the headlines.

The vulgar yellow banner sweeps by,

I catch half, and assume nothing new, nothing of any real note.

A sickness dulls my stomach, its empty, still asleep,

 And I see no need to wake it for its latest contract,

A slushy mix of proteins and fats,

That in the end,

Does me little good.

I sit back, rehearsing a sleep I just escaped.

Why get up? you have to really.

Something will turn up. It always does,

Giving the day some distinctive note.

 I switch on the laptop.

This has become my gateway drug,

To the super highway,

That narcotic net, I can’t escape.

I Check through the many updates,

my surrogates and substitutes

For the morning rituals, of working men.

Time’s no ally to me

its a persistent stain

Nothing to do but scrub it away

Soon I hope,

I’ll be fully awaken,

ready in wait,

for a useful day