My hair a messy mop,

I smell of sleep,

My eyes hard to open,

Just waking up is another old pop…J

Well better old than the alternative,

Three times I have been close to death,

Only to bounce back and again live,

Right now I am bored, with little to do,

I’ve got no gas, nor money; I just shook a stomach flu…J

So here I sit, at my computer while I still have cable,

My job says they WILL take me back, eventually,

Damn Sandy put the screws to that,

At least for now I won’t get skinny; I’ve got some food,

Nor will I most likely though get fat,

Because I want to get back on my bike, as soon as I am able…J