They can stunt me even on Fridays,
those turtle mornings can-
I haven’t slept or I’ve slept too much
and it’s too much effort to wash
the molasses out of my hair.
The routine that works is trite,
the clock’s not broken but much too fast, and
every colleague greeting is a grumble-squeak
I say that my stomach hurts
but it’s my neck muscles that refuse
to poke out.