Don't you hate the neighbor's alarm clock on your day free...?
Don't you love that frozen feet trying to warm up against your warmth thighs?t

Morning came and asks if I was yet awake
from the outside of the window of my room
with that impertinent voice of one being up
to catch that early of all proverbial worms,
but mornings have no feathers, no can’t fly,
and soon they are chased by the afternoon,
which is a good time, like any other there,
to abandon that cozy and inviting warmth.

Mine worst enemy is that nerd of a man
that went about inventing the alarm clock,
an hysterical instrument torturing mornings
when the bed are whispering don’t go…
close your eyes and forget the tick-tacks
Morpheus wants your company a little more,
mystics odalisques pouring wine and honey,
close your eyes after smashing Tick-Tock.

I am a child of the night, music and letters
to another dimension will transport my soul,
smiling cheerful mornings are asking hard
from yours truly my best punch on that nose;
in my blissful dreams poking its schnauzer
the morning comes where it don’t belong,
when I am sleeping I don’t want no grief
and on any part of me a feet that’s cold ! ! !