To be honest,
I had a rough night.
A bad headache,
I just didn’t feel right.
Now it’s morning,
and I have to go and do.
Trying my best,
just to muddle through.
What is focus?
It doesn’t exist for me.
I keep drifting,
from where I oughta be.
Don’t ask questions,
I can’t think of such.
Don’t annoy me,
and it won’t take much.
Ms. Cranky Pants
will probably show her head.
I wish I could
take a break and nap instead.
All I ask is,
help me through the day.
If I were you,
it’s best if you stay out of my way.
© 2014 ck’s days

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