Suffering Socrates
I’m awoken with fright
For once again that mischievous young
sprite
Has set my alarm for the middle of the
night
Blurry and beat I stumble out of bed
Trip over the cat and land on my head
The pain is immense as I lay on the floor
But I try to persevere and crawl to the
door
As I get to the door the wind slams it shut
Dazed and confused I sit on my butt
Mustering strength I continue to toil
To the sanctuary of the of the kitchen and
the kettle to boil
When I get there I find the power has been
cut
And stare at the sympathetic face of my
mutt
Moaning and cursing I head to the porch
I need light
Need to find my torch
When I get back to the bedroom
I’m far from amused
Because the fucking sock faerie thinks
she’s got me screwed
As she’s mixed up my socks and stolen my
shoes
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