Sun, I don't appreciate you
Peaking out
From underneath my curtains,
Reminding me it's morning
And that I should be asleep.
I'm not ready for you yet.
I wish I were an owl.
I would hire someone
To fight the rooster
So the sun wouldn't come up.
Then, when I went to sleep,
I wouldn't feel so miserable
About it being daylight.
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