it’s saturday

and I have to get my ass
up and out a bed
although my mind has
other ideas
it’s foggy and cold out there
and warm and soft in here
although there is a fog
that lingers in my head
there are the obligations
i always question
why am I doing this
oh yeah there is a reason
it’s saturday and
i just want to stay here
and dangle a bit
soft and warm
beneath my covers
in bed

Published in: poetry | on May 31st, 2008 |

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