awake arise and see the evil morning sky
the birds foul spirits shrieking doom
the house a buzz of frantic anxieties
a hundred yats all spent within a moment
make a buck make a buck its all we get to think about
skins changing colors and milk gone warm
but in the hustle of morning
i want a muffin
and a cup of coffee
wish i remembered those words i know bits and pieces
but the brunt is lost i didnt want to wake up this morning