Shrill alarm, should be unlawful;
it's electric, draws few amps.
Chin and cheeks rough, mouth tastes awful,
stretch too hard your legs get cramps.

Stagger john-ward, urgent leakage,
pent up pressure; flush the bowl.
To the kitchen, joints all creakage;
passing years do take their toll.

Dump some brew beans in the grinder,
blip or two; bouquet abounds.
Wife's not up, sleep's undermined 'er,
paper boy's due on his rounds.

Down some Grovestand Tropicana,
cup of java, first of five.
Slice of raisin bread, pure manna.
Slowly, slowly come alive.

Public Radio's providing
music through the night, right? Yup.
Mozart, Weber, Bach abiding
fill my ears as toast pops up.

Milk and berries, crispy bran flakes,
settle down to read the news.
California's having earthquakes,
Muslims throwing rocks at Jews.

Belly full, the day looks brighter.
See that past repasts get passed;
come out sanguine, somewhat lighter,
start to feel alert at last.

Brush your choppers on the double,
tasty worm of anti-plaque.
Lather up and scrape the stubble
with the old Gillette two-track.

Splash of Paco, comb your hair straight;
shirt and pants on, distingue.
Raise the windows, feel life pulsate,
march right out and seize the day.

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