Its late

Its late at night and I should be going to bed,

Instead I listen to the little caffeine voice within my head,

Up at six, body tired and oh how it twists,

Hands like claws that struggle to grip,

Up at six, sick of the drudge and the sludge,

I’ll be back at the shit, who am I to judge?

 

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