Rise and shine! The day is mine to use as I see fit.
Up and at ‘em, out of bed, beginning to hit my stride.
Fire up the engines, coffee in hand, reading the news a bit.
Open the doc, look at the clock, and sit and sit and sit.
Stare at the floor, then at the door, longing to be outside.
No work gets done. I’d rather have fun turning topic to post.
As the work that I dread jerks ’round in my head like some slasher movie.
Lunchtime passes, my self-talk sasses, it’s time to give up the ghost.
Edits still lurking, smirking and jerking, leaving me nothing to boast.
Of a day in the life of this writer’s strife inside the undisciplined me.