It lives

It’s four twenty in the morning
plenty of time to write this,
I’m yawning but only because
it’s four twenty in the morning.

The coffee helps me to see
almost like glasses
oh really?

then as each minute passes
and I see more clearly
I become nearly human
oh really?

Tuesday’s the day
and the way I must go
if only to show you
I’m here
I’m already tiring
I think I need wired in
to the mains.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.