Wrong side of something
A bed has sides, for to
wake up on the wrong side of
my clock is alarmed, as am I,
amnesia of sleep trickery wins the day
my breakfast in bed is missing
in action, feared dead
my coffee is black, deserted
by milk, awol – again
my toast is burnt – a consequence of stubborn
refusal to budge
my dog is late for the great outdoors,
the kids are late for the bus
and I am too late,
she cried, as she waved her wooden leg.
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Gabe Feathers McGee 
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