Getting buzzed
alarm blares
bleary-eyed, up and at ’em
Saturday be damned
I’ll feed and walk the dog
while you sleep off last night’s whiskey
so that you can enjoy your day off
and I can go to work
yet again
it wears on me
like fingernails on a chalkboard
like the droning of nature’s car alarm
you know, the one that only goes off every 17 years
but apparently lasts for 6 weeks without end
and the only buzz I have this morning
is from the dying flying red-eyed tree-rats
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I like how resentment carries over from the last line of the first stanza into the second. The examples you give are wonderful — “tree rats!!