Hate Poem

Every morning I lie there innocently sleeping
When my peace is ruptured by a horrible beeping.
My serenity ripped from me, sudden and drastic
By this evil, demonic, red-eyed piece of plastic.
I roll over in pain and pound on the snooze,
Groaning and thinking 'What's there to lose?'
'Don't make me get up, just nine minutes more.'
Then I'll get up, change, and walk out the door.
I swear, that thing will take over my mind,
But I'll not let that happen, soon death it's going to find.
I know it's scheming in there, in a wired room,
Maybe I'll hear it's plans if I turn up the volume.
And if it keeps on beeping, it'll meet my fist,
The torture! I don't deserve this!
I'll break my leg stumbling across the room.
We'll settles our differences soon.
Because I've borrowed the hammer from the basement,
And now I'm certain that to the other place it's being sent.

All rights reserved. Klaire™ January 18 2013