It sneaks in, pouring like warm honey
through the cracks of
my window shade.
The city streets stretch–
and slowly liven as
icy dew forms
upon my soul,
for I too must rise
and shine for another day of
absolute horseshit at literally the most
Mundane.
Job.
Ever.
Fine, sunrise,
you relentless nag.
I’m up,
but I swear I’ll quit today
if that bubbly,
know-it-all bitch, Denise,
doesn’t stop squawking about her wedding.
