I awoke from my troubled sleep,
As I often do in the mornings.
The sun was high and bright as it poured its powerful light
Down our collective gullet.
I watched as a boy climbed on top of his car,
Flat on his belly like a slug.
He spun like a top and kicked his arms and legs.
Too early in the morning for such hijinks.
No coffee for me, I don't drink the stuff.
Just a splash in the face and a kick in the pants
And then I'm out,
Attempting not to melt.
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