Buzz
Buzz Buzz Buzz
Bam! Hit that snooze button(like a champ!)
Buzz Buzz Buzz
Fine, life sucks, but fine
I crawl out of bed,
realize it I don't want to be late
so I shuffle into some (mostly)clean clothes.
Grab the keys and run out the door,
during the hour it takes to get to school
my playlist is blaring,
drowning out all the sounds of morning traffic.
I might be late, but I am getting coffee.
I am late, but I have a caffiene buzz,
I can smile as I walk in,
instead of shuffling like the undead.
This poem is about:
Me