You are the most annoying sound in the world.
All I want is to stay all snuggly and warm.
Why can’t I stay curled,
my thoughts and feelings transformed.
My bed is like a trusted friend.
That perfect hug.
Sleep, the realm of dreams does bend.
My bed doesn’t care if I lay like a lug.
Chico doesn’t care; if my energy into the world, I do not send.
He just wants one more snug.
Urnt! Urnt! Urnt! Your sound less than grand.
I hate you. I hate you! I hate you!
All I want is to lay in the warm, silent, comfortable , dream land.
But no: I HATE YOU!
Once, twice, three, four! Leave me alone with the sand man.
Leave me alone. Why must you make me blue?
Urnt, urnt, urnt, URNT!
Why? Why. Why?
I didn’t stay up late last night. The candle at both ends was not burnt.
Sigh.
Levi Hutchins, who cares if you wanted to get up every day at 4 a.m.*
Urnt. Urnt. Urnt!
Just once. On a whim,
I’d like to sleep until my body says it’s time to get up, rurnt*
But no. Out of the bed, gotta get things done.
Out of the bed. This will not be fun.
*atlasobscura.com
• rurnt is Appalachian speak for something that has gone bad or is spoiled.
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