Staccato

My brain
In pain
At the thought of even waking up

I smile
My wiles
Seduce the coffee out into the cup

Deep breath
In death
I switch the music on and push the world out of my way

I know
I go
To a place where people hassle me every day

I reach
The beach
Omaha couldn't be worse than Mondays

Sit down
Big frown
I think it's time to get on with making it up

Make it up.
Make it up.
Wake up.