Owl

The early bird gets the worm but they’re both disgusting so let them have each other; they deserve each other.

Owl

Wake up early enough
and you will hear it,
the unmistakable sound
of a freshly brewed morning.
(That heavy metal mental drum
thumping violently in your ear:
‘go-back-to-bed-you-need-more-sleep-
your-body’s-all-achy-
and-your-mind’s-still-weak.’)

Rise to see the sunrise
and you’ll probably think you’re dreaming:
because you’ll pass out
on the way to see it
as your body shuts down
and your mind collapses in on itself
from overheating.

The early bird gets the worm
but they’re both disgusting
so let them have each other;
they deserve each other.

Sun rises in the east and sets in the west
but your bed stays in the same place
so it’s never hard to find.

A bird in the hand
is worth its weight in gold
but it’s priceless when
it’s wrapped up in duvets and blankets.

You have to get up pretty early in the morning
if you wanna fool life.
Well I’ll take my fucking chances.
Even if life ends up fooling me
at least I’ll have the energy
to appreciate the joke.

Trading dreams
for beans ground up like coke
and red faced bulls jacked up on dope
is a slippery jittery head spaced slope
and it’s not for me. I like lunch with my toast.

At the end of the day…… the day begins.
Any earlier and I’m notorious
for miscounting my blessings;
always focusing on the drawbacks
and choking on red herrings.
Couple extra hours kip
and I’m coasting on zen settings.

How do you like
your eggs in the morning?
Uncracked
and still in the fridge.
How do you like
your legs in the morning?
Double wrapped
and limp as a squid.
How do you like
the world in the morning?
Fucking love it;
it’s the stuff of my dreams.
How do you like
your girls in the morning?
Flat on their backs…..
in their onesies, snoring.

What do you think
we should do with the clocks?
Put the 12 at the bottom
and the 6 at the top.
What do you think
we should do with the light?
Bring it out on the beer
so it falls for the night.

Why do you think
the moth looks to the flame?
It gets blinded by lustre
and fucks up it’s aim.

So, when do you think
we should rise for the day?
Fuck, whenever,

just don’t think that I’ll do the same.

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Adam Millett View All →

Adam Millett is a freelance writer for hire with an affinity for dressing up as Spiderman and writing about saving the planet. He likes to climb trees and stare at the stars in his spare time and likes to help businesses tell their sustainability stories while he’s working. Visit his website at wordchameleon.com if you want to tell the world yours.

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