Morning

I woke up, exhausted.

Grabbed and used my chap stick.

Made myself a cup of hot coffee

Freshly brewed and steaming.

To get my mind out of the gutter.

 

I can’t think much today.

My mind is clouded inside and out.

This coffee doesn’t seem to be helping.

 

The heat hasn’t effected me yet

On this early morning.

The music seems to slowly help.

Not caring what it is.

Something poppy or hip hop-ish.

 

Coffee cup is nearly empty

This poem flowing somewhat nicely.

Not know what I’m ranting about

But at least it’s something.

 

Let me finish this cup of coffee

And I’ll be sure to have a clear mind

To finish this damn poem.