If I'm awake, I'm late.
My alarm clock broke again.
My legs refuse to bend,
and I missed a call from friends.
There is no time to eat.
The pain shoots through my feet.
I've got someone to meet,
and I can't stand him.
Slow drivers? I can't pass.
I have an early in class,
I slip, land on my ass.
No one has to ask what I did to deserve this.
So many kids to teach,
So many friends to meet,
So many meals to eat,
A long soak for my feet,
and a classic Christmas tree
Forty-two days early:
No one seems to ask what I did to deserve this.
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