Morning Blues

I don't feel well

I look like Hell

I'm groggy and weak

Is it more sleep I seek?

I'm dazed and confused

Body and mind abused

There's an ache in my back

Was it too much Jack?

My ticker is thumping

Though not from humping

Throat tight and mouth dry

Should I curl up and die?

A bullet! That's it!

Or a good stiff shit

My work can wait

For five minutes hate.

My world is distressed

Mr. Coffee's possessed

Two eggs I just poached

On advice from the coach.

But corks I must buy

So soon I will fly

The wine must be bottled

Alas! No time to be coddled!

The vitamins I take

Don't abate the ache

I'm seeking relief

Oh stop it! Good grief!

With profound apologizes to Dr. Seuss.