In the morning
When I wake up
Your bright shining face
Is the last thing
On my "to do" list.
Maybe the "to kill" list
But never the "I REALLY WANNA SEE YA RIGHT NOW GET YOUR SWEET SUGAR BOTTOM OVER HERE" list.
So when I was graced
By your ever so lovely presence
This morning, I knew it would be your last.
You've tortured me for a first and final time,
Mr. Wasp.
Not everyone can live forever
Certainly not you.
Is it a spider? Is it a fly?
NO.
It's a wasp. A freaking wasp.
Does it really serve any purpose?
Will it leave you alone if you leave it alone?
NO.
It's a motha freakin wasp.
It's a life sucker, a sleep robber
A bug spray whore
A heart starter.
I hate mornings
But I hate them even more
WHEN YOU'RE IN MY FACE.
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