My eyes are still groggy looking

And my head is promising that today is probably gonna be a foggy one.

Ooh, the joys of post traumatic head injury migraine.

I had a perfect plan and good intentions aplenty…

For a great night’s rest and a day filled with inspirational witty(ness)

I had delusions of writing perfect little diddies

Or entertaining folks with tales of the sweat from underneath my titties.

But all that will have to wait til I can properly communicate with my brain.

I guess it don’t help much that I’ve been wake and starin at the clock since just before it turned 4-

But that fault lies at the feet of my lover-

For twas he that busted in the door at such a wee hour,

Promptly fell into bed and began to snore…

Leaving me wide awake with the book o Faces to keep me company.

I wander if that’s enough for some kind of plea

Cause as I watch him sleep, I’ve nothing but murderous thoughts for he…

Then again, orange or black or grey or blue or khaki

Has never looked good on me from inside a prison

Not to say I’ve ever spent nights within them walls

But eventually all giants fall, right?

Wait. Let me assure you I’m no conceited uptight little gal,

So before this goes any more astray-

Allow me to wish everyone a very merry happy Poetry Day!

I will see you at the finish line, indeed, I shall.